#bull rider!bucky x reader
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𝗛𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗠𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻
pairing: bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader
concept: Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night.
word count: 3k
warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart
a/n: I created this fantasy daydream almost a year ago. Hopefully you'll love these other pretty men this fall/winter as well. Way Down We Go Masterlist
lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog
line divider by the lovely @lfnr-blog-blog-blog and she made me the pngs
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Despite the danger of loss, time purifies something impure, but still wants to be touched.
He sees the world ticking off to every moment in life for him to be ready for the moment because you only have eight seconds to live.
Stepping up to the bull, Bucky felt its rage throbbing through its thick white hide. The creature looked mean, angry, and fierce as it pawed at the ground beneath it. It was ready to face its challenger, waiting for a chance to strike back at the man who dared to encroach on its territory.
Under its thick, white hide, the bull's muscles bulged, while steam hissed from its nostrils. Grasping the sticky rope with one hand and clutching his cowboy hat with the other, Bucky's heart raced. People held their breath in the thick air of tension.
Suddenly, a crackling roar filled the arena, like a thousand thunderclaps rolling across the sky.
One second.
Its horns aimed at the middle of the arena like deadly weapons, as the gates burst open, and the bull charged forward. The packed arena roared as the mighty bull rushed forward, its horns glittering in the moon’s light, and him riding it with the creature of the night.
Bucky's show.
Two seconds.
Terrified that he wouldn't make it to the end, his limbs quivered and his grip on the rope tightened. But then he remembered why he was doing this.
The love.
Three seconds.
He felt a faint warmth behind him, which when he glanced in its direction revealed you at the edge of the arena beaming with pride and waving your arms for encouragement. You came to see him. The applause grew louder and were about to roar even more when Bucky’s hold on the strap and his hat grew tighter.
Three words: Only for you.
Four seconds.
A sudden wave of power surged through Bucky's veins at the sight of you, giving him newfound strength and focus as he fought against being bucked off the wild beast beneath him.
Maintain his body's strength.
Five seconds.
The bull's fury was intensified by the crowd's jeers. The spectators continued to cheer wildly while Bucky remained atop the bull, wishing desperately that he could turn around and see whether or not you were still there.
Observe him, love him, sweetheart
Six seconds.
Bucky's cowboy hat was lifted off his head abruptly as he clung to the bull's back. His legs were spread wide, straddling the saddle and pinning him against its stiff leather surface. The force of the animal's bucking sent drops of sweat flying from his brow, into his sea-blue eyes, and down his throat. He took a deep breath and tightened his grip on the rope before stretching out his free arm. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the bull's rhythm, his muscles quivering with each buck. Though he felt himself slipping, he was determined to keep going. He was desperate for any gust of air that could keep him in place.
With every muscle in his body, he willed it to remain still.
Seven seconds.
Bucky saw out of the corner of his eye that you were still there; leaning over one rail with your fist raised in triumph at his progress so far. With this last boost of courage, he made it through to eight seconds.
Bucky soared into the air and landed on his knees, facing you. Dedicated to the person who never seems to leave his mind, the wind knew where to land his two feet. The bull rushed towards him out of the corner of his eye. His attention was caught by clowns maneuvering the bull away from him. Several yards from the fence, his hat lay in the middle. His instincts pushed him forward, despite knowing it was potentially dangerous.
The danger of losing you would be worse if he didn't do it. Then he picked up his hat and bowed when his name sung.
With arms outstretched and legs pumping, he leapt through the open gate and sprinted towards you, where you stood watching.
He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close. His warm breath caressed your ear as he whispered, “You know I won in eight seconds. I don't want money. I want eight kisses from the sweetest lips in the world." He placed his hat on your head. When he stared straight at you, the glint in his blue eyes revealed something very lustful. A smirk spreads across his face as he licks his lips and walks away.
Electricity flowed between you. The air was electric with anticipation and excitement, as your heart raced. You had been moved by Bucky Barnes' first kiss, which made crossing lines with a best friend harder every day.
You want more kisses, and you want to give him more than eight.
Just as the sun began to glow over the horizon, pink hues were cast over the still landscape. Morning mist hung in the air, the cooling feeling kissing his skin.
A warm, orange sunrise tints his cheeks as he gazes at you in your bedroom, from his hiding spot on your balcony. Taking a breath, he opens the french glass door. A smile spreads over his lips as a breeze blows past him.
A single rose nestled between his fingers looked delicate compared to his strong hands.
Taking a deep breath, he bent forward and placed the flower next to your pillow.
With a whisper of wind, he left his love as he left the room.
Dreams and kisses make one 'I love you' form in his eyes when they are merged from your lips.
The air was heavy with humidity and the sky was painted with orange, pink, and tangerine hues. The light that reflected off the shimmering shadows around you slowly sank below the horizon as you.
A glass of red wine in one hand, you watched from your balcony as he emerged from the hills after working in the stables. Shirtless, he headed up to a spotlight near the tree line, pulling off his glove before running his fingers through his hair.
The soft petals caressed your fingertips as you slowly sank down into the mattress, a smile pulling at your lips as you felt the sudden rush of adrenaline, as if the night whispered in the breeze that things were going to be different from now on. He had given you proof of his love, and now all he wanted was for you to take what he'd offered, to hold onto it with him and keep it by your side forevermore. He knew better than anyone about one thing: love can never be separated from you, no matter how much the air around you sings out to carry his love with you.
In order to embrace this step in your friendship, it took more than just time; it required action as well. He gave you an exit that allowed you to see and feel his love without being forced to confront him; he left his words in this letter, giving you the upper hand.
Taking a moment to savor the memories of the day Bucky entered your life was a joy you recorded. The soft voices of joy and the ever-growing bond between you were evident. A giggle escaped your lips as you ran your fingers over the rose's velvety petals. When it comes to your feelings, he is the heart of it.
You can only watch for so long before dreaming of running your fingers through his hair. Pulling off his shirt, he stripped in front of a spotlight, showing off his body to nature. The sun highlighted his silhouette as he walked closer, to reveal tan skin adorned with sweat and dirt.
The purpose of being outside is to tease him since he sees you. It's not like you walked from that spot to see if he could glance through your window or balcony. You were playing this game of riding with soft gazes, teasing.
You knew that it was wrong to play a game like this, but you couldn't help yourself. In your position, no one played games with the employees, but who has the authority to tell you no. Your body felt a burning sensation as it encounters the one person that makes it feel the meaning of lust and desire.
You felt your heart flutter as you realized what he meant. You wanted to tell him, but the words stuck in your throat. You know you crossed the line that night but what happens if you cross the line every night?
Your family was left speechless when Bucky declined the prize money, saying he wanted something more precious than money asking only for a single rose.
To him, you were the most valuable flower in the world.
The fire inside of me is being built patiently and carefully by you, and I eagerly anticipate the day when it is fully ignited.
Seeing you from the balcony, he stepped closer to get a better glimpse of you from below and saw your fingers tug at the brim of his hat.
His blue eyes darkened, he called your name with a moan. To give him a little show, you slowly unbuttoned your blouse by sliding the buttons through their tiny loops. His eyes were fixed on you intently, watching every move you made. Shadows were cast on the wall behind you as the last sun rays glinted off your exposed skin. As the light faded, you stood proudly.
There was a whisper of wind around the two of you.
You both watched each other attentively.
To the sound of rushing air, he waited patiently while you undid them slowly. When you approached the railing closer to your balcony, your blouse fell to the floor. It was hard not to smirk at his eyes that roamed around you and looked behind him to ensure no one could see this beautiful painting he was seeing.
To start time, you blew him a kiss and yelled, "One".
Time was ticking away, and if he didn't act quickly, his chance would be gone.
You caught his gaze in surprise. As the cool stone of the wall pressed against his hands and feet, he realized it wasn't a dream, but reality.
You steady yourself on the door frame with one hand while the other grasps the blinds. He heard you yell "Two!"
A journey was being set out, and he was determined to follow it wherever it led. The power of your kiss drove him to scale the wall.
Not like last time. Last time he lost his opportunity.
Love remains, despite time's passing.
Bucky saw you sob that night, tears dripping down your face as your ex-boyfriend’s words sunk in. You were nothing more than an object to him, and he told you so.
His hands were strong and calloused as he grabbed yours, yet his touch was gentle and caressing. As he smiled, his eyes showed respect, love, security, safety, and patience. When he released your hands, his fingertips gently touched the side of your face before finding your lips.
Slowly and deliberately, the kiss deepened with an intensity that left you both trembling.
But you ran. You left.
The next morning you ran to leave abroad, and all he could do was watch you go.
From that point forward, he devoted himself to becoming the kind of man who deserved someone like you in his life. In spite of all the advances he received, he refused to accept any of them.
The memories of the day you left melt my heart, I will never be able to forget you, I feel the nights so cold without you, and I keep hoping that I'll see you again soon
This is because he knew your kiss was the only one capable of bringing him the same amount of happiness. He worked hard at your parents' ranch until he was the star.
He waited to taste your lips again.
And now he gets that opportunity.
Bucky's strong hands gently yet firmly grasped your waist; the warmth of his touch sent a tingling sensation up your spine. He turned you around so that you faced him, the blue eyes you had imagined finally appearing before you. All the laughter, knowing you could always rely on him as a friend, him wanting to be yours, and you wanting to be his.
Moving closer, he inhaled slowly, as if stalking his prey. His lips parted a little as he took in all of you.
His chest glistened in the light like a pane of glass, and his chest was covered with streams of sweat, reflecting the light like tiny diamonds. His touch was like a caress of liquid fire on your body, sending sparks of pleasure through your veins. You clung to his neck tightly, wanting to stay there forever.
You knew why he'd reprimanded you for being sassy earlier—but when he looked at you with such hunger and desire, it felt like something greater was at stake.
Before yesterday, Bucky always stood by you, and he will stand by you tomorrow as well.
In a whisper, he spoke four simple words: “My lips need kisses."
You smiled to yourself and replied softly, "Let me finish counting. Three!”
His warm fingertips traced delicate circles on your neck nape as his hands reached your shoulders. You felt a sense of security as he gently yet firmly held your hand in his, and then delicately kissed its soft surface. With eyes closed and breath held, you savored the tender sensation of his lips on your skin.
He smirked as you open your eyes and see him. "Four seconds left," he says.
As you stand close to him, he moves down to kiss your lips and instead moves to your check. Grabbing your throat, "Five, pretty boy," you tease him. You felt the heat of his breath tickle your earlobe as he hummed softly before placing a gentle bite just below your collarbone.
You opened your eyes and saw him licking his lips, a smirk playing across the corners of his mouth as he seemed to revel in the quiet. Through the still air, you heard your own soft whisper, "Six! You're running out of time Bucky. What's happened to winning?"
His thumb shifted under your chin, tilting it towards him.
"Seven!" you softly whisper into the air.
A gentle touch, a kiss, a rush, a flame ignited, an unstoppable passion.
His mouth suddenly slams into yours, and you felt his tongue sliding into your mouth as he parted his lips. Moaning into the kiss, you felt him deepening it and he is wet, messy, and desperate.
In that moment, everything else melted away; the heat of the moment, the rush of desire; it's the kiss that ignites your heart.
"Think you can handle another one, Sweetheart?" he hummed between your lips.
"Bucky, you win. You've got it all, and all the kisses."
A passionate lust for him consumed you, and you cannot resist it. You reach for his face and pull him in for a second intense ferocious kiss. You let him inhale every kiss from your lips into his. Your gaze flitted over his eyes and you saw the reflection of desire and hunger.
“I'm gonna ride you, Mr. Cowboy” you whispered breathlessly.
A smile spreads across his face as he hugs you, and you giggle into the room.
Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night.
“Ride me, Sweetheart”
Straddling Bucky's hips, you slowly lowered yourself onto him. His thickness filled every part of you and you couldn't help but moan in pleasure at the sensation. His hands moved up to your hips, gripping them firmly as he pulled you deeper into him. With each passing moment, you both developed a deep connection; you long to ride every move with him and share every emotion. A wet tongue lapped against the tips of Bucky's fingers and wet fingers running all over your body, sending vibrations throughout. Teasing you as he marked every inch of you.
"You're such a fucking tease, you know that?" you moaned softly as you felt the electric shock pass through every inch of your skin as you kept moving yourself towards him. His gaze was hot on yours as he watched every second of this blissful ecstasy. Taking your time, you savored and you reached the point of perfection together. He swept his eyes over every inch of your skin, sending electric shocks through your body that increased with every move.
You were pinned beneath him as he spun around with your hands in his. He brushed your forehead sweat with his lips and whispered into your mouth, "Sweetheart, you feel so good. From kisses to orgasms, everything is yours, and so am I." With a tender kiss, he mumbled, "I belong to you, too."
Your feelings for Bucky were clear from this moment on; you could not bear to be apart from him. In the midst of this shifting world, you might be this lady, but all you wanted to do is ride your rider from sunset to sunrise.
Today, tomorrow, and wherever my kisses of love can lead, I dedicate my entire life to showing you my love.
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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 1
Summary: When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.
Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, PIV sex, too many cowboy/bull riding innuendos, swallowing, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.7K
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“Hey, watch it,” Mindy pulls you out of the way of a group of rodeo clowns that were heading to the ring. “You always gotta have a watchful eye. You’re okay, come on. So we’re going to be stationed beside the fence. This isn’t some big time rodeo, so don’t get attached.”
“What?” You asked confused, trying to keep up with the fast moving nurse that you were going to be stuck with for the evening.
“Oh, don’t give me that,” she rolls her eyes looking straight ahead. “First off, get on some birth control. Don’t let these cowboys drag you down. Secondly, don’t become some buckle bunny to these local boys. You want to make it to the big time. Travel to the big arenas; Cheyenne, Arlington, Houston, ya know?”
“I’m not following,” she stops abruptly, and turns around. Her big doe eyes look you up and down, and she chuckles. “This is literally my first rodeo. I answered an ad. And here I am.”
“Yeah, they keep hiring pretty ones,” she was talking about herself like she was hideous. Mindy was adorable. Tiny little thing with bright green eyes. She lifts up her left hand, showing you her rings, “I’m taken. They stay away from me.”
“Who is they?” Her arm goes out to her side, and she gestures towards the backsides of dozens of men in cowboy hats, tight shirts, and tighter jeans.
“Bull riders. They’re a dime a dozen. They’ll talk this big game here, because they need a place to wet their dicks for the night. If they’re lucky, dumb, and have enough they go on to the next county and find them another one.”
“Buckle bunnies?”
One cowboy happens to turn around, and it’s glaringly obvious what buckles she was referring to. He had a giant silver buckle, bow legged, tall, and dangerously handsome, “And that one is the worst of them all. Stay away,” she smiles at him, and gestures with her hands to shoo, “Nu-uh, Steve, we don’t want whatever it is your peddling. We’re working,” even though she was talking to this man like he was a dog, she still opens her arms wide for a quick hug.
He extends a hand out to you with a crooked grin, and you reach yours out to him, “Well, hello darlin’, you look new here.”
“She is, and my help, go on with your boys. I’m sure we’ll see you and Frank later.”
“Now, that’s not nice. I’m not near as reckless as him. I can’t help it, he can never get the points that I do.”
“And you can’t help that he’s more charming than you. Goodbye, Steve,” she grabs your hand, pulling you over to the nurses station, and you keep your eyes ahead of you. It was like he was a predator searching for his next prey, and you were just there for the taking. Waiting on the sidelines for him to sink his talons into you.
“Steve is trouble. He is one that will make you fall in love in one night, and you never hear from him again, unless he gets another itch. The bunnies all go after him because he’s the top rider. Bucky is the one you go after. Sweet as southern tea. He’s going to make a real fine husband, but Frank…he has no quittin’ sense.”
“What do you mean,” you look back towards Steve and his friends. One seemed particularly taller than the rest.
“He’s gonna end up dying for a buckle. He won’t hurt you for another woman. He’ll hurt you for another ride,” the tallest of the group gives you a big smile, and tips his hat towards you, and your head spins to look back at Mindy. “Great. You’ve been caught hook, line, and sinker. Don’t let those long legs, tight ass, and smirk get you. You are here to work. You are not here to chase around some cowboy.”
“You never have?”
“That is beside the point.”
“Steve?”
“I ain’t never chased him. He found me. I’m just telling you, I’ve lost a lot of nurses because they can’t leave them be. Cowboys can’t be trusted. Find you someone who sponsors one. You get the glamor of the rodeo, and get the security of money,” she tilts her head, and blows a kiss at a businessman in a booth. “That’s my Johnny. He’s a representative for Wrangler, and he looks even better in them.”
“So…”
“Just say no to the cowboys, ya got it?”
“Yeah. Completely got it,” and yet you still find your way to look back to Steve and his group, and your eyes go back to the tallest one. He definitely looked like trouble, and you hoped that he was Bucky.
“We’re up,” Mindy grabs your arm, cussing up a storm. The both of you race to the side of the ring, pushing past the cowboys next to the chute, “Dammit, Frank,” she pushes the tall cowboy down in a chair, and he yells up at her, “Oh, don’t act like you don’t get off on this pain.”
“Well, I ain’t done it. It’s just part of the job. Don’t touch me,” he jerks his head out of her way, looking back in the ring, “Would somebody get my damn hat?”
“Frank, your wound needs cleaning,” Mindy groans, still trying to get to the gash in his head, but he smacks her hand out of the way.
“Yeah, and you’re rough. I want her to do it,” she shakes her head no, but you get that enticing grin, “You can butterfly a wound up, right?” You nod your head, stepping closer to him. “Usually Mindy here just straddles my legs to get closer to me.”
“Frank!”
“I’m just saying,” trying to prove to Mindy you weren’t some buckle chaser, you push his head back, and lean over him. “You got a name, sweetheart?” You give him your name, while you clean the wound, “That’s a real pretty name. You know you stick your tongue when you do that?”
“I do not.”
“Ow! Dammit that stings.”
“Alcohol usually does. Hold still, ya big baby. You’re acting like this hurts worse than being thrown from that big bull. You gotta death wish or something?”
“No,” his legs spread out even more, and he sinks down lower into the seat. Mindy, seeing you had everything under control, walks away, watching as the next rider preps himself. “You wanna know what the problem is? Why Steve always looks like the big time hero? It’s the draw of the bulls. You know what he always gets? Ole Blue or Kensington, the smallest ones. You know who I always get?”
“Ole Red or Blue Bonnet?”
“She’s got jokes,” he chuckles, stilling while you butterfly his cut. “No, his name is the Hornet. He’s the biggest and meanest, and I still get my eight seconds, so I’m not too concerned. It’d be nice to start winning every once in a while though. Steve gets it easy, and the crowd loves him. I get it hard, but I got loyal fans.”
“The ones that follow you to your hotel after a ride?”
Someone hands Frank his hat, and you remove your gloves, giving him a knowing look, “You've been talking to Mindy too much. Trust me, I got more rides in me than on a bull. I ride horses, too. Used to ride sheep. I don’t get a girl in every city.”
“Oh? You get one and make her chase you around?”
“I’ll let you know when I find one,” before you realize what was happening, someone bumps into you, knocking you straight into Frank’s lap. “I got cha. You gonna need a bandage, darling?”
“No. I’m good.”
“Gotta watch these rough riders. They just don’t know when to pay attention to a lady in their way.”
“Are you a rough rider, Frank?”
“I caught ya, didn’t? I’d say I’m a gentle rider, but all kinds of fun. I’m not who you think I am. And I’m far from what Mindy says I am,” he was definitely cute. This must have been the charm she was talking about. It wasn’t just those tight jeans, there was this sweetness under his shameless flirting.
“She says you’re reckless.”
“Well, that I am. But I ain’t Steve. I ain’t got the time or patience to deal with those,” you give him a head nod, starting to walk back to your post. “Do I get your number or something? I’m also clumsy. It might be nice to have someone patch me up. You did such a good job. I don’t even feel it.”
“I hope you score well tonight, Frank,” you were currently walking backwards. You didn’t want to fall for him, but you figured it was too late. It had been too long since you even talked to a guy, much less one that looked that good in jeans, and knew how to handle a horse, in his case a bull, too.
“I’d score better if I got a number!” You bite your lip, shaking your head no. “You going to the next county?”
“She is Frank. Get to the chute, it’s Bucky’s turn,” Frank puts his hat on his head, giving you a quick nod, before walking off. He was making sure you saw just how good he looked in them jeans, and Mindy made sure you knew that she saw you looking. Giving you a whack in the back of your head, “Don’t fall in love with a cowboy.”
“You said that he…”
“I know what I said, and I stick behind it. I’m saying that is your kryptonite. Stay away. You’re going on tour with me. And I like you. That was clean work on Frank. You’re just easily distracted.”
“Does he always get hurt?”
“Just about every damn rodeo. He can’t gracefully fall off the bull. He makes sure it’s dramatic as hell. Remember…”
“Got it,” you take a drink from your water bottle, glancing over at Frank, Steve, and Bucky. Frank should have been helping tie Bucky’s hand off, but he kept glancing back at you, “What about having some fun with him?”
“You think you can have fun with Frank and not fall in love? Not fall for that sweet accent, and charming smile?”
No, you didn’t. You were already too far gone. Already distracted by the man with blue green eyes. A tall drink of water that you wouldn’t mind seeing after the rodeo. Mindy knew it, too. Knew that Frank had found him a girl that was easy to follow him around from show to show, because that’s exactly what you were going to be doing. Steve loved the draw of a girl coming to him. Bucky was too shy to even consider talking to a girl. While Frank, if it wasn’t for his penchant for painful behavior to himself, would have been the one. He didn’t break hearts, he broke bones.
“Mhmm…already gone.”
“Shut up.”
“Here,” she gives you a quarter and starts laughing. “Keep this in between your legs. If it falls while you're around him, you’re in trouble,” you toss quarter at her, and try to watch Bucky. It was your job description to watch him. Ready to assist where you could, but you were failing. Frank had already got your attention.
“I’m serious.”
“I’m fine.”
“Mmm,” his lips kiss up your stomach, and between the spears of your tits. Kissing up your neck, giving your jaw a little nibble, before his body hovers over you, “Ransom, what are you doing?”
“Morning to you, too, Buns. I was just trying to be sexy and romantic.”
“If we weren’t having dinner with your parents today it would be,” he sits up, still having his knees on either of you, but nods his head. “Ran, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“No, you’re right. We’ve had this conversation. I wished Harlan was my father, but unfortunately I got stuck with Linda and Richard. But, I have a very important question to ask Greatnana. And you are going to wear the pretty little dress that I bought just for the occasion,” you try and open your mouth, but he places his whole hand over it. “And, in a few weeks we’re going to Montana.”
“Why are we doing that again?”
“You miss your family. You talk about that place nonstop.”
“I do love it here.”
“You love the estate. Love not having anyone around. And then my parents show up, and you get all feisty and cute, because they call you the help,” you roll your eyes, but still give him the softest smile. “I don’t tell you enough, but I’m glad you came here. I don’t know what I would have done had you not been here for Harlan. You acted fast.”
“And you fell in love,” his hands go to your side, and he starts tickling you. Making your body thrash around, and he knew how much you loathe tickling. If it wasn’t for his sweet little face, laughing along with you, it would be much more annoying. “You did.”
He stops abruptly, and starts sinking lower on you again, “As did you, Bunny. If I recall you fell asleep on my shoulder. You held my hand. I never had anyone that comforted me.”
“You needed it. And I couldn’t just leave Harlan. I had to make sure those nurses knew what they were doing. They weren’t. I told them he was already on blood thinners, and that they had to chase his veins.”
“And I thank you for that. Gave him round the clock care, without pay,” you glare up at him. You most definitely did get paid. Your rent was paid for the whole year. “You didn’t have money in your hand.”
“I did get a date out of that stay.”
“You did. I’m so glad you asked. And I’m also so glad that I got to realize that I can go out to eat and not even spend a hundred dollars. And that’s with drinks and dessert.”
“We’ve upgraded to appetizers, too,” you give him a little reminder. He loved your morning giggles. Was addicted to them. His mornings with you were always so special. A bit sexy, but mostly it was just sweet. The two of you together, alone for the moment, before a dual shower, to save water of course, and head to the estate. Ransom opted not to work at the office as much since you had started working there.
“Speaking of which, is there a Longhorn in Montana?”
“Yes,” you give him a little smack to his arm, and he dramatically flops over on his back. “Come on, let’s get our shower.”
“Can we get a quickie in at lunch time? I know just the place we haven’t tried.”
“I have to be presentable for dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Drysdale.”
“Those two ruin everything.”
“How about I give you road head on the way home?” Pulling you over top of him, he gives you a kiss to your nose, and then your lip.
“I’d love that,” he whispers in your mouth. “And I love you.”
“And I love you, Ransom. Come on, shower. Harlan and I need our coffees.”
“Ransom needs his coffee, too.”
“Hey, I caught up with you,” Frank jogs up behind you, while you finally load your final bag into your car, and slam the trunk closed. “Am I going to see you in the next county?”
“Seeing how I signed a contract, yes. You’ll be graced with my presence for the next few months. What are you needing, Frank?”
“You remembered my name,” ugh, it was slightly infuriating the way the man looked with his mud covered clothes, sweaty skin, and popped up cowboy hat, trying to avoid his wound that you had patched up earlier. You start to head into your car, and he chases after you, opening the door for you, “I was wondering, I mean…the boys and I usually find us some bar to go to after rides, and there’s usually dancing. Would you want to go?”
“You’re asking me to dance with you, and your clothes are all dirty? You sure know how to make a woman swoon,” backing yourself into the car, you smile at him. Needing to close your door, but he still held on. “Frank, give me my door.”
“You didn’t say no.”
“Didn’t say yes either.”
He gives you a chuckle, his eyes looking down at his worn state. “What if I took a shower? Got all freshened up. The beer at these bars is usually stale, but the music is decent. We got us a hotel room down the road from the bar. It’s in walking distance,” you scoff, pulling at the door even harder, “That’s not what I meant. Honestly.”
“If you want someone to chase your buckle around, I’m sure there’s plenty.”
“I done told you, I don’t want no buckle chasing bunny. If I did, I wouldn’t be offering to buy you cheap beer, willing to dance out in public with you. Bunnies are good for one thing. You’re not that,” he lets your door go, closing it for you. “It’s the Wild Horse. Just come on by. It’d be nice to see you in something besides scrubs.”
“Goodbye, Frank.”
“You still didn’t say no,” you didn’t. And maybe you were crazy or a glutton for punishment, but you wanted to see him out of those chaps. Wondered if he wore the hat out in public, too, or if he wore something different. You had too many thoughts running in your mind, but you were curious.
“I know that look,” Mindy leans in your open window. “Did you learn nothing?”
“No,” you pout at her. He was cute, no he was hot. And while it was silly, could it be so bad. “Is he that bad of a guy?”
“No. He’s honestly not. Just remember, his first love is the rodeo. If you’re wanting to tame him and have your ranch and family with him, I’d say you need to just walk away. It would take a special woman for Frank to stop this life.”
“I just don’t want to go back to my hotel alone, and sit there watching reruns of some show that I’m not even paying attention to,” it was innocent enough and true. You just wanted to have fun. Do things you hadn’t done before. That was the purpose of this job. You wanted to see what was out there, even if it was from a rodeo.
“Don’t get your heart set on changing the man, and you’ll be fine.”
Steve kicks at Frank’s chair, the man hadn’t stopped staring at the door. A steady round of pitchers of beer kept his belly full. But he was hoping you showed up. “Let’s play pool.”
“Don’t want to.”
“Darts? You haven’t played darts in a while.”
“Nope,” Steve looks over at Bucky who hadn’t stopped dancing with a girl he met at the bar. She thought it was going to be more than that. That Bucky was going to get in a heated kiss and take her to their hotel room. He wouldn’t. Bucky was a hopeless romantic, and one night stands never happened with him.
“You’re killing my vibe.”
Frank looks over at Steve glaring. “Go find you someone to fuck in the bathroom.”
“Already have. Found one that wants a threesome, and Bucky don’t…”
“No.”
“Dammit,” Steve throws his head back whining, “Why are you sitting here waiting on that damn nurse. She didn’t seem interested.”
“Yeah, she did.”
“Okay. She was interested. Where is she now?” Frank gets the biggest smile on his face as you walk through the door. Your eyes move around the smoky atmosphere in search of Frank, while Steve groans. “Have your fun. Maybe we can talk her into some switching action.”
“No. Go find fuck number two. I’m going to dance,” Steve and Frank both stand up, and it isn’t long until some pink manicured hand is rubbing on Steve’s belt, but Frank sees nothing, but you. Meeting you beside the bar.
“What’re you drinking?” He asks with a smile.
“Already ordered a double shot of Jack.”
“Ooh, she’s ballsy. Put her on my tab,” the bartender slides your cup in front of you, acknowledging what Frank had said. “Was beginning to think you weren’t going to show.”
“I was beginning to think the same thing,” you nervously laugh, ready to get another drink when yours is finished, but Frank starts pulling you out to the dance floor. “What are you doing?”
“You came to dance. Besides, alcohol impairs your thought process. I don’t want that.”
“Why’s that,” his hands touch your hips, bringing you closer to him, and you want more. You hadn’t been with anyone since you started nursing school.
“I just want you to be fully aware of me,” even with a ball cap on, Frank was still attractive. He didn’t flash a buckle around or a cowboy hat in search of someone who knew who he was or what he did, unlike Steve. He was proud of the fact that he was a bull rider, and loved to show it off. Frank looked like an average man. With long legs, and the cutest ass. He was a dream. A sinful little dream.
Frank struggles to find his keycard with the way you were kissing all over his neck. Pulling out his shirt, and your fingers rub over his lower abs. “Hold on…stop…dammit, I can’t,” he finally opens the door, undoes his belt, ripping it out of the loops before placing it on the door handle, and pulls you inside.
Walking you to the bed furthest from the door, and you see that pretty white cowboy hat. Pushing him onto the bed, you grab it up, getting a few tongue clicks from him, and you cock up your eyebrow. “You gotta earn the hat ma’am.”
“How do I earn it?”
“You gotta….gotta ride a bull and try not to get bucked off,” pulling off the straps to your sundress, you let it sink to the floor, and Frank yips. “That…that’s a start.”
“You gonna show me how to do an eight second ride?”
“Shit, I hope this lasts longer than eight seconds.”
“Frank, take off your clothes,” his fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, before it’s enough to pull over his head. And he stands, tripping out of his jeans. Boxer briefs were your favorite, and those white ones were leaving nothing to the imagination. “All of it,” unhooking your bra, you toss it into the floor, and walk out of your panties just as Frank discards his briefs. “Can I wear the hat now, cowboy?”
“Y-yeah. Yeah. You really gonna ride this bull? Yep,” he stops talking when you sling your leg over him. Grabbing the base of his cock you slowly start to sink over him. “Oh, you feel better than any saddle. Yeah,” he sighs when you sink down completely.
His hat perches on your head, while he smiles up at you. “I could get used to this view,” he gives your ass a smack, “Okay boys. Go on, ride your bull,” you slowly start grinding over him. Rolling your hips, whimpering at the way he stretched you out. He was thick, by far the biggest dick you had ever taken. You understood now why he strutted around the arena.
He reaches up to pinch your nipples. Pulling them until you were right at his face, and he gives you a filthy kiss. Didn’t hesitate to push his tongue past your lips. “I said, you gotta earn that hat. Show me you know how to ride a bull,” he bites at your lip. Letting his teeth softly scrape over your kiss bruised lips, and releases your nipples.
You sit back up, and put your hands behind you. Getting off your knees, and resting your feet beside him in a crouch. He had the perfect view to see where the two of you connected. Could see your walls slicking his cock up as you start bouncing on him. Hugging his dick so perfectly. Your walls were already fluttering over him. The fact that he had that effect on you made him even harder, and you moan out his name.
“Come here. I wanna use those reigns again,” getting back to your knees, he grabs onto your tits, while you ride him like your life depended on it. Slamming yourself over his giant cock, and making the prettiest sounds. “Just like that. You’re earning that fucking hat. Just like that.”
Steve stumbles to the hotel room, and lifts up Frank’s belt. Looking back up to the bar confused, before forgetting what was even going on. Taking his card key out, he opens the door to see your body move over Frank’s. Sick fucker had you wearing his cowboy hat, and both of you were distracted by the pleasure.
“Looks like you found you a buckle bunny after all,” he hiccups, as you drop your body down on Frank’s chest, and his hands move to cover your ass. “She’s a real pretty one. Your belt is on the door handle.”
“To tell you not to come in here. Dammit, Steve, Get out.”
“Did you have to pay for this rodeo?” He collapses on the bed, completely passed out and snoring.
And you look up at Frank, “You’re sharing a room with him?”
“Him and Bucky.”
“You know I had my own room. Steve just saw me naked. Called this a fucking rodeo,” he starts moving your body over him, and you don’t wanna smile. You don’t wanna care, but it does feel so good. It wasn’t fair that he didn’t get to finish.
“You haven’t got bucked off yet. About the buckle bunny business…”
“I’m only your bunny, Frank.”
“Good,” he lifts your head up to give you a soft kiss, “I don’t want anyone else to be my Bunny. You go on and finish us. He won’t remember this.”
“How many points do I get with this ride?” You playfully ask, starting to get back into fucking him.
“Oh, you’ve scored off the charts. I bet it’ll be even higher when I finish.”
“In that case,” your hands press into his chest while you finish the ride for the both of you. Forgetting Steve all together, he could lay there passed out and drunk for all you cared. Frank’s fingers dig into your waist as he makes you pound over him harder before holding you still. It just wasn’t enough. He needed to feel just how weak you got when he fucked into you. He pushes his hips up into you with such force you start to see stars. Jackhammering up into your drenched cunt over and over again.
Your walls constrict around him, and you slap your hand over your mouth as you come hard over his dick. Frank pushes you off him, and onto your back, adjusting himself to straddle your upper body, and he fists his cock. It only takes a few pumps before he releases his load into your mouth. Stifling his own moans as he lets every drop drip onto your greedy tongue.
“That was beautiful. I really wished you’d stay,” he whispers, climbing off you to put his underwear back on. “Steve and Bucky always share a bed. You can wear my shirt and panties. Cuddle up real nice.”
“You won’t hate me in the morning?”
“I’m going to hate it when the morning comes because I’ll have idiots in the bed beside us. I’d much rather fuck you in the morning.”
“Just for tonight, Frank,” he throws you his shirt and your panties as he walks to retrieve his belt.
“Can I come in yet?” Bucky asks, sitting on the floor. “I couldn’t find Steve, so I figured he found him another one.”
“He’s passed out in here, Buck,” Frank gives you another look as you crawl under the blanket, before he lets Bucky inside. “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t tell you any lies.”
“Lips are sealed. Oh…hey, uh…”
“You can call me, Bunny.”
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All I'll Ever Need
Pairing: Bull Rider!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: None.
Author's Note: I've been in my cowboy, bullrider funk and I needed this out! I hope you all enjoy this piece, as always happy reading! Now back to my dark cave, I go.
It’s a high live event tonight, the grounds large enough for not only the main attraction bull riding, but the other rodeo sports being held this evening. You work your way through the crowd, the boy on your hip wiggling around in hopes to get higher to spot his father over the large crowd. You hike the brown haired, grey-eyed boy higher on your hip, the excitement coursing through his tiny body as you cross the arena grounds. Natasha and Wanda had texted you minutes prior after having parked the truck that they had just barely managed to secure the four of you good seats in the stands overlooking the ground.
Squeezing your way through the masses your feet meet the stands wooden stairs, you climb them carefully till your standing on the landing looking left then right as you look for your group. “Look!” Your attention is directed by the six-year-old over to the farthest corner on the right, Wanda and Natasha waving at the two of you wildly with their hats, Bucky standing tall behind them on the iron gates.
Grant snatches the hat that matches his dad’s off his head, waving it around just as wildly as his aunts. A sharp whistle pierces the air the boy’s eyes snapping past the awaiting women to the matching pair of cerulean blue waiting for him, how he hadn’t seen his father yet surprises you, but the boy becomes a bucking bronco in your hold till you’re releasing him from your grip. His form slips from your body as he runs through the stands to where his father awaits perched.
You chase after him, excusing yourself past the other patrons already in their seats. Natasha waits for the tiny brunette who is feet ahead of you with open arms, his body falling into his aunts hold as she hoists him high, his hat surpassing the both of them as he lets out a squeal of joy. He reaches for his father next, who takes him in even stronger arms squeezing his son to his broad chest.
You nearly falter in your steps at the sight, your heart racing, body warming at the sight before you. The bond the two shared was unlike any other you had experienced. Bucky Barnes had a hard time believing he could be the father his son needed when his mother just up and left two months into Grants first year of life, but he had proven himself wrong time and time again. There’s amazement in Grants eyes and love in Buckys as he explains to his son all about the ongoing events.
You close the distance saddling up next to Natasha as you hear Bucky’s promise to Grant to take him riding for the first time this week that he had off. “I’m all your’s bud, whaddya say? Uncle Steve and Sam can help too, aunt Wanda and Natasha can bring your favorite snacks.”
“Can y/n come too daddy, can she!” Bucky’s eyes find yours, pink lips curling into a breathtaking smile. “Of course she can bud,” he replies eyes never leaving yours, “that’s of course if she wants, think she might need a break from us boys bud, you’ve get her chasing you all day.”
Your lips curl in return, “I haven’t missed one of his firsts yet Barnes, don’t plan on doing so anytime soon. You can count me in, besides there’s no one I love to chase more.” A squeal of joy erupts from the smaller long-haired brunette and you’re just barely moving forward to catch his form as he jumps at you, his hat knocking yours clean off your head. Small but mighty arms wrap around your neck, his round cheeks smushing against yours as he thanks you profusely, promising you bouts of fun. Bouts of fun that you knew no matter what would be delivered. You’d spend the rest of your days with the Barnes boys if life itself allowed it.
The world melts away in the hug, your focus solely on the boy in your arms as you squeeze him just as tightly to you. “You going to show your dad how it’s done, how the real cowboys ride?” you question in a teasing tone as you pull back to look at the boy. The excitement he lets out draws a laugh from your group, “he’s going to be a hell of a lot better than I am that’s for sure.” Bucky chuckles, your eyes find his, “If he is, it’s only because he has a pretty awesome father to thank, give yourself credit B, you’re doing an amazing job with little man here.”
You don’t think you’ll ever tire catching the moments Bucky goes bashful under your gaze, the only sign that the man before you could feel the same, well as for what your friend's turned family all say. The brunette goes to reply but Steve is calling for him over his shoulder; his turn was coming around. You wave at the bearded dirty-blonde, grant following suit the hat coming too as he waves it around. You move forward into Bucky’s space to say your goodbye’s, grants arms going around his father as he gives him a tight squeeze. When the two pull away you fall in next, your arm that isn’t holding grant going around Bucky’s back, “you better be safe out there B,” you murmur into his ear, “you’ve got a little one that’s going to be watching your every move.” His chuckle rumbles deep within his chest, fingers curling tighter into your skin as he squeezes you much like his son, “is he the only one that’s going to be watching me ride tonight?”
The pinch you deliver to Bucky’s back has the broad-shouldered brunette pulling back that same chuckle bubbling out of his chest this time. “don’t be a smart-ass B, I’m being serious be safe out there.” His hand finds yours fingers curling with your own, lips meeting your intertwined fingers, “riding bulls is in my blood sweetheart you know I’ll be careful.”
“James Buchanan Barnes I’m being serious.”
His grin is heart melting as he pulls you and Grant back in, squeezing the two of you before placing a kiss to the side of your head. “I promise, I’m coming out of those gates to you.” His words stall your heart, but you tell yourself he’s not coming for you, he’s coming for the son you hold, his boy, his whole world. You let him go with Grant yelling for his dad to be careful, Bucky sends him a wave over his shoulder as he moves over to the gates Steve and Sam wait for him by. You take your seat between Natasha and Wanda settling Grant on your legs as you let him watch the current rider burst through the farthest Gate. Grant is lost in the show, his eyes bright as he watches the rider hold strong to the bull.
“Don’t know how much more proof you need.” Your eyes flit over to the blonde sitting next to you, “proof?” you question. A smile pulls at the corners of her mouth, “yeah, proof to see that that man by those gates is just as taken with you as you are with him.” You snort eyes gliding over to said man that stands at the farthest bucking chute awaiting his turn. There’s a snorting angry bull just below him, but his eyes are on you, your retort gets stuck on your tongue. Steve’s passing him his protective headgear an exchange for the hat he wore on his head. He sends you a final wink before placing the helmet on and falling over the bull who only bucks harder with his added weight.
Your heart races away in your chest as you watch him get into position, one hand going just above his head as the other laces its way around the rope tied to the bull. A buzzer goes off somewhere in the air, the gate slams open the bull racing out. Grants high on his feet as he watches his dad, fingers curled around the railing as he watches. You didn’t even notice the boy crawl off your lap your own breath caught in your throat as you watch that bull buck for his life to get Bucky off of him. Just 8 seconds you think as you push to your feet standing behind grant, just 8 seconds, hold on, hold on, hold on....
The air is electric as the buzzer goes off, patrons flying from seats to cheer Bucky on just as he falls from the bull, the clowns running in to get him out. Grant can hardly wait to get to his father once he’s getting out of the main arena. He’s grabbing your hand pulling, barely giving you a chance to tell the girls where you’re going, though they already know.
You follow the brown-haired boy as he tugs your through the stands, getting you two down on the ground before racing his way to where he knows he’ll find his dad and uncles. The crowd on the dirt ground clears, Grant seeing Bucky ways ahead laughing with his uncles. His hand falls away from yours the boy barreling with all his might towards the three men his fathers names falling from his lips to grab his attention. The three men turn to the barreling boy, Bucky moving forward to meet his boy halfway.
You slow your steps watching the two reunite Bucky lifting Grant in the air as he pulls his son in. Natasha and Wanda catch up to you, linking their arms with yours as they pull you forward. Steve and Sam move also, your group, your family moving closer as you close the distance. Hugs are shared as you finally greet Sam and Steve, “good to see you sweetheart!” Steve greets as he pulls you in for a hug
You pinch Steve in the ribs as if you hadn’t seen him earlier in the morning when you went to help Bucky with a still sleeping Grant. “You saw me this morning Steve,” you laugh, “it’s good to see you too though.”
“Move it over Rogers, favorite coming through,” Sam says as he pulls the bearded blonde coming in for a hug of his own. A wet kiss is pressed to your cheek, “Sammy,” you breathe squeezing the man just as tight, “always so good to see you!” Sam's grinning, "see," he tells the group, "favorite." Wanda moves in when you pull away her lips finding Sam's, "everyone knows Grant is y/n's favorite," she laughs as she pulls away, "but you're mine." Your group coo's at the two, Steve holding Nat under his arm, Sam holding Wanda, "Grant's not the only Barnes that y/n favors," Natasha grins.
You want to roll your eyes at her attempt, but the strong arm falling over your shoulder has you biting your tongue. You look over at the bearded brunette who's already looking right back at you, holding the bright boy who holds your heart, "good thing she's our favorite too." You could out yourself now to the man holding you protectively under his arm but you bite your tongue instead leaning further into his touch. His lips find the side of your head, "we should go catch the rest of the rides," Steve mentions, "we've gotta go check the trailers locked though," Bucky answers.
"Why don't you and y/n go check," Natasha offers, already moving forward to grab Grant, "we'll stop at the concessions first, save y’all a seat." They leave you no space for argument as Natasha urges your group to go, "see you in a bit," she calls over her shoulder, "take all the time you need!"
You inwardly groan at their antics, Bucky chuckles pulling you with him, "C'mon sweetheart, let's go check that trailer." You let him whisk you along the arena grounds, the feeling of being under his arm all consuming, it felt right, it felt like the two of you belonged, though there was never a moment in the years that you've know Bucky that being with him didn't feel right.
Then why couldn't it have been you?
Why her?
"You know," Bucky starts suddenly as he turns you towards the lot that holds the trailers, "you really are our favorite." You glance up at him smile on your lips as you continue to walk further into the lot, "that so B?"
He nods, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a smile, "how could you not be," he answers, "know you almost my whole life, you've stuck with me through it all even those moments you didn't need to, seen me at my worst and never thought to hell with this and walked away from me because nothing was tying you to me. If anything you grabbed my hand held tight and dragged me from the fire and Grant, god with Grant - I - I could never express how grateful I am for you, you took up a responsibility you didn't ask for, helped me raise a boy that wasn't yours. You never gave up on us."
You're glad you've come up to his trailer because his words have you halting in your step, your body stopping his from going any further. You turn to face him, "And I would do it all over if I had to," you respond with conviction, "you, Grant, you both mean the world to me. There's nothing you could ask of me that I wouldn't do for you. For either of you. You've been my best friend for years, stood with me as well when I needed you." He shakes his head the two of you knowing that statement isn't all true especially when Dolores had been in the picture, but you couldn't bring yourself to blame him, not now, not then. He was in love, and he thought she was too. He thought she was the one, you all did.
"I could have been better to you, after all you've done for me, for us."
You're shaking your head in return, your hand coming up to rest against his stubbled cheek. An act you've done before that feels so different now. "You were what I needed when I needed you to be B, I was in no position to ask more of you. All I knew was that when the time came I wanted to return that favor, I wanted to be what you needed." It falls silent between the two of you, eyes locked on one another in a gaze that you aren't sure you'd ever say Bucky Barnes would look at you with.
Strong warm hands come up to cup your cheeks, your breath is stolen in a moment. "Sweetheart - you're all I ever needed, I just didn't think I deserved someone like you, but the more time I spend with you, the more time I see you with Grant - I want to be that someone, I don't want to waste anymore time just being your friend."
You've lost count of how often Bucky has left you speechless, so you do what you've only ever dreamed of doing. Curling your fingers into the lapels of his shirt, you tug him closer, your lips finding his in an all-consuming kiss.
You didn't want to waste any more time either.
#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes au
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Wrapping up the year of 2023! Can you believe? I want to say a great big thank you to the writers on this list for providing such rich stories to get lost in in this whirlwind of a year. I wish I could have read more.
You lovelies know what to do, heed all the warnings, read what you like and share what you love!!
Happy Reading!
2023 reading list | fic rec masterlist
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Bucky Barnes
To Have and To Hold series by @indyluckycharlie
Chapters 6-9
Love and obligation. How can you serve one and still save the other? Mafia AU.
Warnings: Dark themes. Threats and portrayals of violence, including murder and assault. There are references to but no depictions of noncon. Violent and abusive acts are directed at the reader, but not by Bucky. There is also betrayal, controlling/abusive behavior, death of loved ones/main characters, grief, LOTS of angst, a little bit of fluff, nonexplicit s.mut and sexual references.
Hold Me Down by @flordeamatista
Passionate dusk pleasure covers you both with lust, spilling its mist through the night. bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader
warnings: best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut (riding Bucky) soft kisses, nickname- Sweetheart
Hopelessly Devoted by @firefly-in-darkness
You visited the Harvest Festival and your boyfriend, James 'Bucky' Barnes surprised you.
Warnings: none, fluffy lovey dovey stuff.
Wild Flowers at Sunset by @princessmisery666
Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession.
Insatiable by @jobean12-blog
Bucky will never tolerate any harm coming to you and he will do anything to protect you. Vampire AU
Warnings: soft sweetness, mentions of b-l-oo-d, fi-g-e-r-in-g, p-in-v, Vampire!Bucky bc he's just so hot lol
Dean Winchester
Stay series by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Parts 1 & 2
Y/N knows what she's doing is wrong, but she doesn't want to let it go.
Warnings: Cheating. (warning provided in each chapter)
Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
Timing is everything.
Warnings: None
I Promised, Too by @deanwinchesterswitch
A promise given is a promise kept.
Warnings: Language; Canon typical injuries; Implied sex
When the Stars Love You by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Dean belongs in the starlight.
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Nothing really. Implied smut, angst, fluff.
Home by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Dean comes home.
Warnings: None. Major fluff. Angst if you squint.
Wish by @thoughtslikeaminefield
You want it to be love — but it isn’t. You want him — but you can’t have him. So you don’t want anything.
Warnings: sepia-toned angst ™ @boondoctorwho, not my typical Dean, mentions of alcohol, adult language, mentions of sexual activity
Meeting In the Darkness by @princessmisery666
You forgive Dean for what he did when he had black eyes but he can’t forgive himself.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, blood, implied torture, Demon!Dean, MOC!Dean, unresolved angst.
Get Stuffed by @zepskies
Dean enjoys the way you cook Christmas dinner with a Latin flair, even if Sam likes to tease him about his insatiable appetite. You remind Sam about the true reason behind one of Dean’s biggest quirks.
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, innuendo, tinge of angst
Sam Winchester
Sam is Wearing Green Today by @princessmisery666
Purely self-indulgent fluffy Sam appreciation.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: fluff.
Run Away With Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
He can’t let go.
Warnings: None
Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw & Jake "Hangman" Seresin
Live in my memory, You'll always be there by @princessmisery666
Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: angst, character death mentioned, grief, fluff, unexpected love, smut, loss of parents (mentioned).
Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester
Don't Speak series by @hoboal87
In the Spring of 1905 the Winchesters, working a case in London, set the sights on Y/N, and decide to make her theirs.
Series Warnings: *Rape/Non-Con, Dub-Con, Historical AU, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, Wincest, smut, Stockholm Syndrome, violence, humiliation/degradation, sexual assault. Assume all warnings will apply to each part.
Imagine: You Are Dean's One Exception by @zepskies
Request: ...what about Sam having a crush on Dean's gf? How would he react to that...
#just a girl reading fics#bucky barnes x reader#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader#bradley bradshaw x reader x jake seresin#dean x reader x sam
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She’s Holding Back
A/N: Here it is! The next part of my Love on Lockdown series
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 942
Warnings: none that I can tell!
Two weeks later, Bucky was still kicking himself. Not that you were paying him much attention these days. He wouldn’t say you were avoiding him; in fact, it was almost as if he no longer had any effect on you. You smiled at him, you greeted him in the morning, you still said goodnight when you headed to your room. But Bucky had the sense you were… over him? Shivers broke out involuntarily as the thought crossed his mind. No way, he reasoned, you can’t get over someone that easily. He kept an eye on you whenever you were both in the gym; Clint was teaching you how to shoot a bow and arrow and you practically glowed each time you hit the bull’s eye (even though it was rare.) It colored him green with envy each time Clint praised you. Sam was no better, practically rubbing it in his face when you chose Sam over Bucky for any sparring session. Sam would wait until Bucky was watching before taking your hand or slapping your butt playfully. Clint, he could take, Bucky carefully reasoned, but Sam...
Today you were assigned to the same mission as Bucky. Easy recon in the city, information gathering on a possible Hydra cell. Almost as an afterthought, Steve decided to tag along. The three of you dressed in civilian clothes, blending into the crowded New York streets.
“Too bad we’re working,” you whined low into your comms. “Today's a good day for a walk in Central Park.”
“Maybe later y/n. I’m always up for some fresh air,” Steve answered easily. He kept his eyes moving, as he crossed to the other side of the street. You kept on ahead while Bucky waited at the corner for an Uber. Bucky was glad no one saw the wince on his face as Steve kept on talking. “We could go to the zoo; I know how much you love the penguin exhibit.”
You smiled at the idea, putting your phone to your ear. “Honey that sounds great! I’ll meet you there!” Bucky knew you were only joking but the nickname made his heart drop like a stone. You put your phone away and moved ahead to the next block while the Uber finally pulled up to Bucky.
He slid in and stayed silent. Without his phone out, talking to himself would only call attention and for all Bucky knew the Uber driver was in on it. He hummed under his breath while the streets crawled by. The driver, not used to a silent rider, spoke up. “So why’d you need a ride for a stop down the street?” Bucky glowered and the driver whimpered. The driver’s eyes dropped from the rearview mirror to stare straight ahead. Bucky shook his head imperceptibly and tightened his lips as he over-analyzed the last two weeks in his head some more. Ten minutes later the Uber dropped Bucky off at a closed, off-Broadway theater. Bucky could see you making your way from the alley, while Steve was coming from the other direction, still on the other side of the street on the sidewalk. Bucky threw the door open, stepped out onto the sidewalk, and quickly shut the door behind him. The Uber driver sped away, clearly uninterested in whatever Bucky was up to.
Steve looked both ways and crossed the street while you emerged from the alley. The three of you looked around. There was still moderate foot traffic so it wasn’t obvious what the three of you were doing. You caught a small blue cloud around a little boy who was chasing after his mom; he was yelling “Mama!” clearly terrified of losing her. You watched as she finally stopped and turned around, pulling an earbud out of her left ear. You rolled your eyes at the blatant neglect, hoping the mother would keep a better eye now. Steve looked around, as if not paying you or Bucky any attention. “Where are they?” he asked no one.
Bucky craned his neck down the now-empty alley as you approached the theater doors. They were locked; you stood on tiptoes to try and peek into the windows at the top of the door. It was pitch black and you could sense no movement, no people inside. “They were supposed to meet me here,” you whined out loud.
Steve took a step to his right, while Bucky joined you at the door. “Nothing?” he asked under his breath. “Nope,” you answered shortly.
All three of you sighed as you removed your comms. “If one of you want to break in, I can snoop around,” you suggested. Steve shook his head while Bucky pulled on the door handle as if to force it open. You put a gentle hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Don’t give us away,” you whispered, knowing full well he could hear you. “I guess we’ll just have to wait for them,” you said louder. You looked around for a place to sit; seeing nothing around you perched on the tiny ledge surrounding the facade pedestal. This is gonna get uncomfortable real fast, you thought to yourself. Just then you saw Nat jogging up to the three of you.
She stopped to take a short breath before looking you in the eye. “Thank god I caught you! You’re in the wrong place, we’re a few doors up.” She flashed a grin at you. “Follow me if you want a Broadway career.” You groaned and stood up, wondering which super soldier got the wrong address. You didn’t have time to worry about it, but it was still going to bug you as you followed Nat.
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Team Re-Building - Part 2 (end)
Summary: (Sam Wilson x reader, FalconCap humor/fluff) After the events of EndGame, the remaining Avengers head out on a mandatory team building exercise at your cattle ranch. The week turns out as unexpected for you as the idea was for them. (Part 1)
Prompt/Request: “Is that a horse?! Do I look like a cowboy to you?” For mine and @justsomebucky’s Cap² Challenge. I separated the prompt a little for flow, but I think I kept the spirit of it.
Warnings: None. Probably swearing. I’ve got a mouth and I can’t control it.
Word Count: 2471
“Alright,” you smiled up at Sam slowing to a stop on a ridge. Your herd of hearty western cattle stood below, dark specks still as stone in the sea of pale green and soft brown winter prairie.
Sam took a deep sigh and let it out in a quick puff through pursed lips. “So this is the job, huh?”
“Not so bad, right?”
“Definitely seen worse.” He grinned as he said it, turning to you in the bright mid-day sun.
That damn smile again. It had the heat creeping up your cheeks. You turned your head, pretending to check a strap on your saddle to hide it.
You heard his laugh, more of a soft chuckle. Apparently, you weren’t very discrete after all. It seemed, though, that Sam enjoyed this little game even more than you did. The little glances, the smiles, moving a little closer every now and again. You’d bet the barn he was doing it on purpose: making you squirm like that.
“You’re calling the shots, I take it?”
He nodded, looking over the valley as the others circled the area, pushing the cattle into a tighter herd at your staff’s encouragement.
“Well, before the real work begins…”
Sam raised his eyebrows with a slow grin as you pulled a bottle of whiskey out of your saddlebag.
“Don’t judge me,” you defended. “I know I’ve earned it. Getting you comfortable in a saddle, city-Sam.”
He laughed, rich and sweet. The sound tangled in your ears with the creaking of leather as you leaned in your saddle to pass the bottle. You and your horse moved as one most of the time and she took it as a cue to side-step.
The movement pushed your hand into Sam’s and god, just that simple brush of skin was enough to light a fire somewhere deep in the center of your spine. The flames licked up your neck while the smile on your face froze at the unexpected contact and turned to something soft, nervous and brimming with anticipation.
You felt Sam’s eyes skim over your face, deep and burning like a canyon at sunset. The air clung to your skin, like even it dared not move.
The sharp pop of a whip down below finally cracked through the moment and it was gone as unexpectedly as it had come.
Sam looked alarmed, eyes darting around the perimeter of the clearing, while yours simply scanned the loose corner of the herd where one of the ranch hands was urging an eager bull back into the fold.
“It’s just a whip, Sam.” Your voice was soft and he was glad.
“I thought it was…” he shook his head, half a smile on his lips, and half a frown in his eyes. “It sounded like a handgun.”
“Not that kind of job.” You tipped the bottle toward him again, a small sympathetic smile on your lips. While gunfire was far from a rarity here, it didn’t carry the same meaning it did for Sam. It didn’t mean a fight or a mission. It was a part of life for you both, but yours, you realized, was far more sedate thanks to Sam and the others riding out over your land that day.
This time he took the bottle and scowled at the label.
“Thought I was calling the shots.”
You laughed, reaching into your pocket for a tiny flask. “Fine. You want the good stuff; you gotta earn it out there.”
“Alright, let’s do this.” The words were a damp growl after the stiff sip of locally distilled bourbon.
Together you talked through the positions and the skills of his teammates.
“I’d set your best rider behind, someone to chase down stragglers—“
“Clint,” Sam decided without hesitation. “He’s got a good eye. He’ll take the high ground.”
“Good,” you nodded your agreement.
The others fell into positions easily, and you began driving the cattle up toward fresh pasture. With a signal from Sam, Bruce opened the hatch of the pick-up truck and 3 speckled cattle dogs lept out, barking and racing. They would do the leg-work, circling the herd and keeping a tight migration up to the cooler edge of the peaks, just breaking with green spring grass.
Sam ranged up and down the side of the group, watching, calling orders, drawing the group and the job into a cohesive unit. They moved as one, cutting across the fields like the shadow of a cloud.
Soon enough the team settled into the work, into their roles and their familiarity with each other. Sam was a natural leader and there was comfort in that. It allowed the others the freedom to do what they needed to do. He made it easy and it wasn’t long before they’d begun shouting jabs at each other.
“Rhodes that calf’s gonna make a run for it!” Bruce called over the roar of the diesel engine in which he rode. He pointed over the cab of the truck. “Ah it’s too late,” he laughed, waving a dismissive hand through the air as James tried to encourage his horse into a faster pace to head off the little cow. “It’s too late, man.”
Clint, slightly bored bringing up the rear on his own, had stopped to fashion himself a slingshot and had taken to firing pebbles at the back of Bucky’s neck. Wanda couldn’t stop giggling at the irritation rising pink in his cheeks, along with a smirk and a shake of his head. Clint knew he was going to wake up with his boots full of manure or his clothes in the creek. Worth the risk, he’d decided.
“That your cousin?” Bucky called, looking over his shoulder at Sam with a wicked grin. He pointed a glimmering metal hand up into the sky at the large bird circling the top of the hill.
“Hilarious,” Sam rolled his eyes. You, however, pulled the binoculars hanging at your chest up to your eyes.
“Sorry, soldier,” you hollered with a wink toward Sam, “Falcons stick to the canyon around here. That’s a Cooper’s Hawk.”
“Clint, that’s you!” Wanda shouted happily; turning almost completely around, hand on the back of her saddle.
Just as Clint looked over, the raptor soared for only a moment longer before pitching downward. It dove for a prairie dog at a shocking pace. Unsuccessful.
“Faceplant out of a tree,” Rhodes chuckled. “Yeah, that’s a Clint move.”
The ribbing continued until you’d urged the cattle up the hills under the slender, bone-white trunks of an aspen grove. Green shimmering leaves had just begun to sprout and the river bubbled its soft laugh nearby. It was a perfect spot to set up camp for the night. The Avengers had done well, but unused to full days riding; they’d need to find their sea-legs again.
“Oh damn,” Sam complained, half groan, half sigh. He waddled toward the warmth of the fire. “Now I know why everybody in those old westerns walked like they just got their asses beat. Literally.”
You laughed, hard. “You a little saddle sore?”
“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” Bucky interjected, handing over a sleeve of re-hydrated rice and beef. Dinner on the trail.
“I don’t have the energy to explain how the birds and the bees work right now, Bucky. Use your imagination.”
You enjoyed Sam’s company a lot. You also really enjoyed the way he interacted with each of his team members. He was a chameleon. He seemed to sense what everyone needed and adapt accordingly. Bucky needed to not be handled with kid gloves, to be treated normally. Their unending banter was as much a defining feature of their friendship, as it was a credit to Sam’s perceptiveness and ability to meet his friends where they needed it.
A natural leader even when he wasn’t trying.
The full days ride in the long summer sun had thoroughly worn out your guests and your staff alike. They had retired into the safety of their tents, tucked into warm synthetic down sleeping bags rolled out over top of the line sleeping pads.
You, however, were never one for tents. This land was your home and you felt no need to hide from it.
When you heard the soft shuffle of feet on the packed grass and dirt, you turned your head from its place on your bent forearm.
“Mind if I join you?” Sam asked quietly, hovering at the edge of the fading firelight.
“Is everything alright with your sleeping arrangements?” you asked, pushing up onto your elbows and preparing to accommodate your guest. This was a business, after all. “Can I get you somethi—“
“No! No.” He was quick to dispel your worries. “You’ve been—Everything’s great.”
You nodded and waited, stretching back out onto your deep green wool blanket. It had been in your family for generations, had spread under these stars for countless nights.
“I just uh,” he paused, scratching the back of his neck and stepping closer. “I did two tours, and then all this. The Avengers thing. You get used to sleeping with your head on a rock and it’s hard to go back. Sometimes you start to think you shouldn’t get too comfortable, you know?”
You chewed on the inside of your lip and nodded. You didn’t know. His experience was unique, certainly a world away from your own. But a life spent out here, with just the sound of the wind in the grass and the crash of thunder off the mountains, you’d become a good listener.
“Well,” you answered slowly, patting the clay-hardened earth beside you. “There are plenty of rocks around here.”
He grinned. It was a new one for you, and it warmed you from the inside out. Just a simple tip of his lips to one side, a brightening of the glint in his eyes and you were closing your own, memorizing it and willing yourself to breathe.
He settled himself next to you, mimicking your posture and hooking a thickly chiseled arm behind his head. The heat of his skin burned warmer than the fire as his free arm pressed against yours from shoulder to fingertip. Well your fingertips, anyway.
“What are you doin’ out here?” he asked, turning up onto his side to fix you with a steady gaze.
It took you a moment to figure out how words worked again.
“I uh,” You shrugged. “I like it.”
His laugh was full and soft at the same time. You continued to marvel at the depth of mirth that spilled out of this man. He was a well of warmth and kindness, like that old familiar blanket that you always want to wrap around your shoulders and fall asleep under, safe and content.
“You pretty much do exactly what you want, don’t you?” he asked, smile pulling his full lips wide and tight. His eyes, though, were serious, slightly narrowed while he studied you in the dying firelight.
“Pretty much,” you chuckled, repeating his words back, hardly able to hold a conversation under that look.
Your entire body was drawn to it. You turned onto your side to face him full on, curling your knees to steady yourself. It was all in the eyes for you. God you could watch them all day, but here, in the firelight, it was like staring at a beach just after sunset: warm and dark and shimmering with something golden. He was like the familiar comfort of soft worn leather, and he smelled of it after a day’s ride. What you wouldn’t give to have his arms around you.
“You know you have that power now too, right?” you asked quietly. “You’re giving the orders now, Captain.” You smiled because it wasn’t really your place. Your job here was to help people see their own potential, find their role among their group. Be it a family, a business, or, in the oddest of cases, the Avengers. But lying side by side under the stars wasn’t exactly in the list of services either. This wasn’t business, this was personal.
“I know.” Sam took in a slow deep breath and let it out between pursed lips. “Doesn’t quite feel like it yet.”
“You know, this place was supposed to go to my older brother?” you asked. It was rhetorical of course, so Sam just listened, watching the bittersweet smile tug over your lips. “That’s how it goes out here. Traditions have a way of stickin’. Anyway. He went to the stock show in the city. Got one look at what could’ve been and knew that was what he wanted. He never looked back.”
Sam’s large hand smoothed over your arm before it came to rest curling through your fingers. “That must have been challenging.”
You shrugged. “Not everybody understands it. His decision,” you explained. “But it was his to make. And now this is mine. And I don’t carry his or anyone else’s decisions around on my back.”
You squeezed his hand when he nodded, letting his eyes fall.
“And that shield?” you urged. “That’s yours.”
“You’re damn right it is,” Sam grinned, curling your joined hands up to his chest. Your heart stuttered with the warmth and the intimacy of the act. It was like he’d pulled you closer body and soul. You barely knew him but you were hooked.
“So when you get home,” You ducked your head to kiss his knuckles and curl closer. “…you tell that Mission Coordinator of yours that as great this week has been, your team is never getting on horseback again!”
His laughter was a welcome sound, and a soft shudder in your own rib-cage.
Two weeks later, the team had been training together like a well-oiled machine at the compound and Maria couldn’t be more proud of herself for her obscure choice of team building exercise.
Like every other morning that summer, after a long run in the mid-summer heat, the east-coast humidity stuck to Sam like a second skin. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, fanning himself lightly with it as he jogged up the steps to his townhome.
He frowned down at the little package on the stoop, and picked it up. He hadn’t been expecting anything, but when he saw flying K brand stamped in heavy black ink over the seam, he grinned and took a seat right there in the sun.
Inside the box he found a small bottle of whiskey from a distillery nestled into the same valley as your ranch. He’d bet his wings it was the same as had been in your little pocket flask, and he laughed at the memory. The note tied to the neck of the bottle read:
“A shot for the guy calling all the shots. Give ‘em hell, Cap.”
Will reblog with tags when I get a minute today.
#sam wilson x reader#sam x reader#sam wilson fanfic#sam wilson imagine#avengers fanfic#falconcap#team rebuilding part 2#team rebuilding 2#team rebuilding
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Way Down We Go Masterlist
I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them for the past year. In the next few weeks, they will be uploaded on your dash.
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Make You Mine
──── ranch owner!ari levinson x vineyard owner!reader
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♡ best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut
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──── lawyer!andy barber x veterinarian!reader
♡ marriage of convenience, The only way Andy can save your business and home is if you are his wife, secrets and lies, fluff, angst, smut
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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 5
Summary: your week with Frank, and you find out lots of new things...
Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past)
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of somnophilia, sex with an audience, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.4K
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“Frank?” You ask, lifting up off his chest. He holds tighter to you, pulling you down for an innocent kiss, despite your sticky post coital skin clinging to each other. “Is there some place you have always wanted to visit, but haven’t. Nothing to do with a rodeo, either. This is just leisure.”
“Hmm,” he hums, starting to run his hands up and down your back. “Can’t be for a rodeo, huh? Kentucky. We can go to the pony races. Still beautiful in its own way. Different from Montana. And where would my sweet Bunny go?”
“Drive up the east coast in the fall,” he tilts his head to the side, giving you a soft smile. “I want to see all the changing trees. Get some maple in Vermont. Hit every single one of those little bitty states, and end in Boston.”
“Boston? Is that why you want me to wear a Red Sox hat? What’s in Boston?”
“History. And yes, my dad is a Red Sox fan. Always has been. I’ve always wanted to visit there. I don’t know about living there. Giving all this up,” you look out the big window beside your bed. You didn’t bother to close the curtain when the two of you were on the property. Able to have nature and mountains in the distance. Still able to view the stars, and were even surprised when Frank knew some of the constellations.
“Like go to the museums, the food, the art, the history, Frank. And…I don’t know there’s these books my mom used to read. They were always set in Boston. They were just so mysterious, and I’ve always wanted to go and see the spots that he was talking about.”
“Mmm,” his eyes start fluttering close, and you snuggle more into his chest. Relaxing into him as the two of you start settling in for bed. “I’ll take you to Boston one day.”
“Promise?”
“One day, Bunny. You can show me the history. But now, I just want you to sleep on me. Tomorrow, it’s just you and me.”
“And Steve and Bucky and the rest of the rodeo.”
“Shh, go to sleep.”
Clyde jumps from the back seat of the truck to the front the moment you pull into the rodeo. Happily licking at you while you look over at Frank, he looked happy. He looked happier here than he ever did with you at home. You feel a tinge of guilt about asking him to take a year off. There was a lightness to him. Even just pulling your tiny little camper, he seemed at peace because he knew it was leading him to the rodeo. Throwing the truck into park, he turns towards you, puckering his lips.
“Gimme a kiss, Bunny,” he speaks too deep, and you giggle as you lean in for a chaste peck that turns raunchy quickly. Clyde had migrated to the floor, and Frank was pulling you more into him. A hand groping you tit when both of you jump at Steve smacking the hood of the truck.
“We getting a show for free?” He laughs, and Bucky was standing there with his back to the two of you, “You two gonna have a private rodeo? Ride ‘em cowboy, am I right, Bunny?”
“Hey Steve,” you scream back out the windshield. Reaching in the back for Clyde’s leash.
“Don’t start,” Frank groans, already irritated at your silence.
“Didn’t say anything.”
“They’re my friends.”
“Frank, I didn’t say anything. Steve has seen us in much more compromising positions. I seriously don’t care, okay?” He nods his head, but still stares at you, “Don’t make this a big deal, because it’s not. I promise. You want me to meet you with them after I walk the buddy?”
“Yeah, are you gonna be my personal nurse today?”
“Uh, maybe tonight.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mhmm, I’ll give you a thorough exam tonight, okay? I’ll see you in a bit, cowboy,” the kiss the two of you give each other was much sweeter, and you open the door to let Clyde smell the smells, and get some much needed relief while Frank grabs his things and checks in.
Watching everyone move about makes you slightly miss this. The unpredictability of the rodeo, the people, the excitement, but you did enjoy your peace of mind at home. Clicking your tongue at Clyde, you walk him further away from the horses and bulls. Letting him hear them without being too close.
“Bunny!” You peek around your shoulder to see Bucky jogging over towards you, and you hold out your hands for a quick hug. “This has been such a weird season without you. How’s life been?” Faking a yawn, you pat your mouth with your left hand, letting him see the actual ring Frank had finally replaced your grandmother’s with.
“I heard. It’s about time he quit playing games with you.”
“Yeah, he did good. Now if I can get him to stop rodeoing long enough for us to build a house. Oh, and this sweet boy is Clyde. Clyde, this is Uncle Bucky, he’s the sweet one of the group.”
“He’s cute. You settled for a dog until Frank knocks you up?”
“Settling for a dog until Frank and I build a house. House, marriage, kids, and I’m not so sure how that’s going to work out considering this is his life. Look at him,” you motion your head towards Frank, and your fiance had the biggest smile planted on his face as he talks to Steve. “I forgot how the rodeo was his first love.”
“Aw, come on, Buns, he ain’t never loved anyone like he loves you,” you didn’t doubt that, you just hoped he loved you more than he loved the rodeo. “You’ll just have to use the winnings this season to build a house quickly. You got a wedding to plan.”
“We’ll probably have to get married at the rodeo. At least I know he’ll smile in the pictures.”
“You okay?” You nod your head, giving him a fake punch to his shoulder, “What?”
“Any buckle bunny caught your eye?”
“I don’t want a buckle bunny. I want someone I can settle down with. I’m just using earnings to store away for a good life with a good woman. I don’t want my own ranch, I’d love to partner with someone and work the ranch, ya know?”
“Bucky Barnes has goals, huh? Bucky, I don’t know if any woman deserves someone as sweet as you.”
Steve swats at Frank’s arm, pointing over towards you and Bucky. Laughing and cutting up. Walking around with Clyde on a leash, and he looks back out at the ring, “You think he’s after my girl?” He squints into the sun, refusing to look towards Steve who starts laughing.
“Naw, Bucky is a good one. But appearances matter here. She may have the ring, but you don’t have anything claiming you to her. Haven’t shown the circuit how you're the cock that she’s obsessed with.”
“How is she supposed to be claiming me?”
“Really? Get you one of those big greasy hickies on your neck. You got that camper, when it’s rockin’ don’t come a knockin’,” he shoves his elbow on Frank, starting to laugh. “Oh come on, enough people see her with Bucky and a ring on her finger, he’s the hopeless romantic, who do you think they’re going to assume she’s engaged to? By the way, we could save some money if we just slept in your camper. Doesn’t the table turn into a bed? We’ll wait until the camper quits moving. Make sure she’s loud in the saddle, Frankie boy.”
“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you? She’d die if she knew that you were sleeping above Clyde’s cubby,” Frank scratches the back of neck, knowing that you would in fact be ticked off with company in the camper.
“Just don’t tell her. You bought the camper right? To distract her from that ginger pussy you had that night,” Frank stands up straight, glaring at Steve, “What? Oh, come on, she has to know about that.”
“No she doesn’t. I didn’t tell her, she didn’t need to know.”
“You’re an idiot. You know what city we’re in? Have fun,” Frank pauses, looking around to where the usual buckle bunnies hang out, and thankfully there was no redhead. “So, about us sleeping in the camper? It would be great.”
“Yeah, just…don’t say anything to Bunny. It’s not that important. We weren’t even that serious then.”
“Okay. You just got into a fight about her flirting with Bucky. I see your eyes turning green because she is in fact with Bucky right now. You know that man doesn’t want to be with her right? Bucky has very specific qualities he wants in a woman. Bunny ain’t it. She can talk with him because they’re both romantic idiots. Quit beating around the bush and marry the girl. A camper and puppy won’t distract her for too long. It’s all I’m saying,” Steve holds his hands out, walking away backwards from Frank who was left a bit more paranoid than before. “Your funeral buddy. Maybe get a bit injured and let her do all the work. I know how much you like her riding you.”
“I’m not talking to you anymore.”
“You shouldn’t. I need to get laid!” Frank rolls his eyes, resting his hands on the fence as he looks back at you. He didn’t want to get mad at you being with Bucky. Yeah you were smiling and laughing, but he knew what you looked like when you were in love. He rolls his fingers over the fence knowing that this week was going to be an interesting one. He just hoped things went the way he wanted them to go.
Clyde looks at the bull nervously, looking up at Frank when he backs away a couple of feet. But you couldn’t stop staring at him. He was in his element, confident and ready for this ride as Steve and Bucky get him tightened up. “Bunny!” He screams at you, and you climb up the fence, “Need my good luck charm.”
With his left hand right under your breast, he crashes into your lips for a bruising kiss. Sucking on your tongue, and making your breathless before pulling away too soon. Giving you a quick wink. You shouldn’t be as turned on by this as you were. Not only did he look super sexy in his cowboy attire, he was claiming you in a sinful and public way. Letting all the bunnies and riders know that the two of you belonged together.
“Okay, boys! Okay!” He screams, and the chute opens for his eight second ride. You bend over to scoop Clyde up, and hold him close while you stare horrified at your fiance. This part always made you nervous. It was like a sick show watching him get tossed around, but when the bell chimes, and he’s able to get off safely from the bull, throwing his hat in the air, you start bouncing around, kissing around Clyde’s face.
“He’ll get a top score for that,” Bucky screams in your ear, but you are more excited about him not being hurt. Waiting for him to climb the fence by you, and capturing your lips with his while the stadium watching. It was one of the best feelings in the world. A grand declaration that you were his.
Maybe just maybe coming out this week wasn’t so bad after all.
“Frank,” you whisper, starting to sink lower down his body. “Frank,” you pepper kisses all down his chest. Stopping right over his low sitting boxers. “It’s time to wake up,” sticking your tongue out, and pulling down his boxer briefs, you lick up his quickly hardening length. “Frank, don’t you want me to ride you for your wake you call?”
“Bunny,” you let his underwear snap back on him, and he groans, sitting up, while you look over towards the table, and the two bodies that were sleeping there. “You really going to give us a live show?”
“Steve?” You squeak out, and look down at Frank before looking back at your guests.. Your arms circling your bare chest for coverage. “And Bucky, too. Hey, Buck. How did the table sleep?”
“It would have slept better if I didn’t hear you moaning in the middle of the night. Frank, did ya start fingering her or something?” Steve stretches, sitting up to stare straight at yours and Frank’s bed, causing Clyde to crawl out from his bed under the table yipping at him.
“I seriously forgot you two were here,” Frank yawns. This is why you didn’t like being on the road. Steve and Bucky usually weren’t too far away.
“Oh my god! Out!”
“Buns.”
“Get out! Out!”
“Bunny, it’s not a big deal. I told them they could stay,” you weren’t in the mood. You had just woken up, slept nude, and there was Bucky and Steve.
“Steve, let's go,” Bucky starts to get up, giving you a quick look as he grabs his shirt from the floor.
“Grab the keys to the truck,” Frank motions to the counter, and the two of them leave. The second the door closes, you’re jumping off the bed, grabbing out your clothes for the day. “Bunny.”
“Frank, a bit of a head’s up would have been nice. You have on clothes, I see. I am completely naked. They were feet away from us. I came out on the road to spend time with you. Not Bucky and Steve, but you. You could have given me the same knowledge you had yourself, and let me put on some panties and a shirt. Maybe not slowly fuck me from behind in the middle of the night.”
“Buns, they know we have sex.”
“Knowing we have sex, and being able to watch it are two very different things. I just…do you even get what I’m trying to say? My privacy was taken away from me. Gone. I deserved to know you were letting them stay. I just feel violated,” he stands from the bed, and holds you softly in his arms. Waiting until you wrap your arms around his waist, tickling his lower back. “It’s just embarrassing.”
“I know, I should have said something. They can sleep in the truck or get a hotel. I’m sorry. I am. And I did forget they were in here, we’ve never had house guests before,” you lean back off his chest, with an exasperated sigh, and he gives a kiss to your nose, laughing. “We got time for a quickie?”
“Nope. You got that in the middle of the night.”
“Bunny.”
“You were on your way to getting a blowjob and some reverse cowgirl. You’re the one that had to let them stay. Enjoy your blue balls,” Frank says your name, backing you up to the bed, but you shake your head with a smile. You weren’t caving in this time. “No, Frank. No!” You squeal as he lifts you over his shoulder. “Put me down.”
“After I fuck you.”
“No. Frank, you better not,” when he drops you on the bed, shoving his hands down your pants, you don't want to moan. “Frank!”
“You’re drenched. It’s not even fair.”
“I can take a cold shower and wash up. Stop. You’re gonna be late.”
“Let me play with you,” he presses two fingers into your warmth, and you grab tight to his arms. “I’ll take the punishment of blue balls, but you were very horny making out with my cock.”
“Your cock never went into my mouth.”
“Bunny, just relax. Enjoy this.”
“Tonight we go dancing?” He shakes head no, adding another finger. “Tonight we will go dancing!”
“We can go dancing if you fuck me.”
“Your fingers are fucking me.”
He starts laughing, removing his fingers to pull down your pants. His briefs get shuffled down enough to free his cock, and he slides into you. “Do you ever get tired of fucking? Can’t make it through the night without fucking me in my sleep.”
“You liked it. Had your cream all over me. Made a mess of your cunt,” you take a deep gulp, staring up at him. “You are my messy little slut, huh? I think I heard Steve mast…”
“Don’t finish that sentence,” you growl up at him. You didn’t care what he heard coming from the other bed. You didn’t want to know. Ignorance is bliss. You just needed to finish. Head to the drugstore, just in case. You hated when Frank would cum in you. You guys weren’t ready for a baby, and you needed a backup plan. Should have listened to Mindy when she said to get on birth control.
“Frank,” you whimper, squeezing onto his arms. His body starts thrusting into you harder. He had to make it quick. Didn’t want to make things too obvious. You were supposed to be fighting. Having a melt down at the two of them being in here.
He brings himself completely out of you, before jamming into you with so much force it rocks the camper. So much for being inconspicuous. He loved making your body ‘buck’ with his movements. Loved watching the way you became so weak with a need for him. He starts making tight circles on your clit, “Go on, Bunny, come with me. You’re almost there. Squeezing me so tight. You’re right there. Right,” he lets out a hard moan as your walls constrict around him, and he blows his load deep inside of you.
“I’m going to leave you in here to shower. I’ll say we compromised by going out tonight, okay?” You give him a dopey smile, sitting up for a quick kiss, and he pulls on some clothes. Leaving you alone to get ready for the day.
He gives the cab of the truck a hard knock, and Steve and Bucky crawl out, “Yeah, you were gone a bit too long. Still got it in, didn’t you?”
“What can I say, we can't keep our hands to ourselves. Um…we’re going dancing tonight. So, you can get you some action, and ya’ll can either sleep in the truck or get you a hotel room. She’s not too happy about…well, she was naked.”
“She’s got a nice ass, but you really wanna go dancing in this town?” Steve asks with a crooked smile. “You’re asking for a breakup. Bunny is going to smell that desperate redhead from a mile away. Have fun tonight. I wouldn’t want to miss it.”
Frank forgot all about that for a moment. There was a possibility that the redhead, who he still didn’t have a name for, barely could remember him herself. He just knew that something had happened that he wasn’t too proud of, and he was going to let it stay in the past. Hopefully.
“I’m going to get me something to drink, you want something?”
Frank pulls you in close to his body, giving you a dirty little kiss, while he holds up your hand, playing with your engagement ring, “Yes, just get me a beer,” turning to walk away, he gives you a swat on your ass, whistling.
Frank heads back to the table, faltering a moment as he looks into the corner, and he’s looking straight ahead. Don’t look. Don’t engage. Don’t acknowledge. “Steve, we gotta get out of here.”
“I’m still looking.”
“Steve!” He tilts his head to the corner, and it was a mistake. Redhead herself was walking over to him. “Shit. Shit. Go tell Bunny to get us some rounds of shots or something. Keep her busy. Please, anything,” Steve glares at Frank, but heads over to your side.
“Frank Adler,” the redhead saunters right up to him, grabbing at his buckle. “I missed you.”
“You should leave.”
“Why? Would it have something to do with your little bitch of a fiancé? Wasn’t she the one you got in a fight with last year, and sought out my comfort?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You need to leave,” he side steps her, heading towards you, but you had already seen. Tapping on Steve’s arm, and pointing over to them. Frank was screwed. He knew it, too. “I really need you to leave,” he jogs around her, heading towards you, but before he even gets to the bar, you are walking away from him and this situation.
He jogs to catch up with you, screaming your name, but you need out of here. Everything was closing in on you, and your ears ring with straight fury. “Bunny,” he grabs at your arm when you get out of the door, and you smack him away. “Bunny, baby, stop. Let me explain.”
“No,” you start laughing, so you don’t cry, and all you want to do is scream. “No, you don’t get to explain.”
“Buns, stop,” he yells as you start to walk away. They could have the camper, you were going to stay in their hotel. “Bunny.”
“Who is she?” Frank just stands there, and it pisses you off more. “Who is she? A buckle bunny, huh? Not your bunny though, no. That’s supposed to be me, you son of bitch!”
“Bunny, stop,” the audacity. You needed Clyde, and you were going home. Home to Montana, and you’d live with your parents for a bit. Maybe finally get your dream of driving up the east coast. “It’s not what you think it is. Let me explain!”
“Then explain. What was that?” He looks up at the sky, trying to collect his thoughts, which just piss you off even more. He wanted to explain, but now he couldn’t. “You can’t even fucking explain that.”
“Buns, we weren’t even together…officially.”
“W-w-what…what does that…what does that…oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” you start fanning your face, trying to think of when this happened. The moment you met Frank, you were together. “Officially? What?”
“Don’t worry,” the redhead steps behind you, cocking her hip to the side, “He was a lousy lay. Neither of us finished before he passed out. I hope you have a nice life with a drunk limp cock,” you hated them. Both of them. You had been a fool. All of this for nothing.
“When? When, Frank? When?”
He reaches out a hand to you, making shapes on your arm with his fingers, “Buns, you know when. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It didn’t mean anything. I don’t even know her name, and we weren’t…we…Bunny, I’m sorry.”
“It was that night wasn’t it? I knew you were off,” your lip trembles as you try to hold in your tears. “You fucking slept with her, and you came to my bed and declared your love, and we became ‘official’ that night. You accused trying to get with Bucky, and you got with some buckle chaser. That’s rich. That’s so like a man. Justify your insecurities, by an argument, and then having sex with someone because I chose to walk away from that argument. My god, we’re so fucking screwed, Frank. I’ve begged you to get serious. Live in a two by two camper with a dog, so we can save money. I’ve put up with this schedule, and everything only benefits you. Not me, most definitely not us. I can’t…I can’t do this, I told you that night I can’t forgive cheating.”
“I didn’t. Bunny, I didn’t cheat on you. We were just fucking then. But I couldn’t touch her. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you. Bunny, I knew how much I loved you and couldn’t live without you in that moment,” the bare minimum. He was saying the dumbest thing, and you are the idiot that is falling for it. He had to feel the cunt of another woman to know just how much he loved you.
“Oh my god. Did you use a condom?”
“Yes, I’m not fucking idiot.”
“You didn’t use one with me our first time.”
“You’re a nurse. She’s a whore for the buckle. Do you realize how many riders she’s probably been with?”
“That doesn’t make me feel any better. You slept with her, and then you were beating on my door, wanting to hold me all night long because you felt guilty.”
“No it’s because I. Love. You! I screwed up, and I’m sorry. I have been faithful. I haven’t looked or touched anyone but you since that night. I have…when we go back, you’ll…it was going to be a surprise, but they’re grading the property. I know we kind of looked at houses, but…I want to build us our home. I know the camper is shitty, it’s ours, but I want you to be happy. I’m serious, it’s just you. This…I didn’t want this tonight. I wanted this week to reignite us again. I screwed up. I fucked up, but I want this…with you. I’m — I’m gonna pull back, it’s been a good season, I can afford to. We, me and you, baby. We can afford for me to pull back.”
You want to believe him. Want to think that he meant every single word. And you did, until the last part. Deep down you know Frank wasn’t going to pull back. Down deep in your core you did not think Frank was going to quit rodeoing anytime soon, but the romantic part of you that wanted this relationship to work was louder. You loved him. And you weren’t officially together. You had been sleeping together. It went against everything in you, but you were willing to give him that one time.
“They’re grading on the property?”
“Yes, baby. They’re grading, I wanted to surprise you when we got back. Got us a few options for houses. We’re going to have us a home, and soon a marriage, and our little kids, and they can ride the sheep at the ranch.”
“No. No, cowboys. No rodeos for our kids. I can’t worry about you and kids, Frank.”
“So we’re good?” You slowly lick your lips, contemplating what was the right move. He didn’t lie. He owned up to it. You were just sleeping together. Now you are engaged, it was different. “Buns?”
“Yeah. Yeah, we’re good. We should relieve Bucky from puppy duty.”
“Bucky is probably asleep. You wanna — just for old time’s sake go to the hotel, let him sleep in the camper with Clyde?” It was against your better judgment, but you nod your head, holding a hand out for him to take you to the hotel. You just didn’t realize it was his plan all along. The camper was in fact getting too small. You were right. And soon…your gut feelings would be haunting you. You knew better than to ignore your intuition, but love is blind.
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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 2
Summary: Frank gets hurts. You can’t stand Richard and Linda
Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past), Ransom Drysdale X Reader (Present)
Rating: explicit
Warnings: oral sex (F receiving), language, broken bones, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 4.2K
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“So how are you and the cowboy?” Mindy smiles at you, stuffing a bite of eggs in her mouth. Your eyes go down to your plate, and you know your cheeks are heating up in embarrassment. You thought you and Frank had kept it relatively low key. “Hmm,” she begins shaking her head.
“There’s nothing going on between me and Frank,” the minute she picks up her cup of coffee and takes a sip, you know that somewhere you messed up. Thinking back at the nights that you had snuck into his room, while Bucky and Steve were off at some bar. Or sometimes he would sneak into your room, and you didn’t even bother with clothes. Although the latter was much more enjoyable, there was something sexy about the thought of a drunk Steve just walking in on the two of you.
“I never said anything about Frank. But, let’s see how I know there is something going on. For some reason, none of the other cowboys talk to you now. Half the time they won’t look at you, and some have even refused for you to work on them. Almost as if another one has staked a claim on you.”
“No!” Was that really what was going on? Had Frank somehow told the riders to not talk to you? To not even let you bandage them? “That…no…that’s not…”
“Or could be the fact that you tense up when it’s his turn to ride. Clench your fists, and when he actually rides the full eight seconds you get excited, only to gasp when he has to get off the damn bull,” were you making it that obvious? He was just supposed to be a fun time while you were on the road. Frank was’t the most romantic person, but he was fun, and a great lay.
“No, probably my favorite is hearing Steve talking about how you rode him for a lot longer than eight seconds. That he was a bucking bull, before he flipped you around and was riding you. Seriously? I tell you to stay away, and you’re fucking him in front of Steve?”
“First off, I am an adult, and I can fuck who I want. Secondly, Steve doesn’t know what he saw because he was passed out.”
“No, Steve is a slut. A proud slut, and we love him for it. Steve doesn’t care if the porn is on his phone or on the bed next to him. He can be slowly fading in and out of consciousness, but he’s going to hear you, and believe me, he’s watching. You have your own damn room. Ride your cowboy there.”
“It’s not that serious. It’s just…fun.”
“Mhmm,” she purses her lips, nodding her head. If it wasn’t so playful, you might be offended. “Frank isn’t a bad guy. He just…”
“I know. I’m only looking at this with me and Frank, just for what happens on the road. It’s not that serious. I can tell he’s very much involved with the rodeo. And I’m having fun. Sex is fun. Sex with him is fun and…oh, so good,” you get the biggest smile on your face imagining Frank over top of you. He seriously did know how to ride things. He proved it every single night you were together. “We giggle during sex.”
“Okay…that’s about enough to of that, so let’s go to that damned ole rodeo. We need to head out. Get everything set up. Let you have fun.”
“Ransom,” you giggle as he steps into the shower with you, “What are you doing?”
“Saving water,” he laughs right along with you, but that laughter turns into the softest neck kisses. His hands roam over your wet skin, pulling you closer to his body. “Hey,” he begins, pulling back, “You know that no matter what my parents say, that it’s not the way me and Harlan think, right?”
“Hon, if I cared about what Richard and Linda Drysdale thought, would I be with you? Hughie, all they want to do is split us up. It’s not happening. I’m not in a relationship with them, I’m with you,” you give him a quick peck to his lips. Rubbing your hands over his hips, before jerking him closer to you, and he wraps you up in his arms.
“I don’t care about them. I don’t even see them. I see you, and I see Harlan. And Linda and Richard can kiss my ass.”
“Mmm, I don’t want my dad anywhere near your ass,” he bends his knees, sinking down into the shower, and you whimper out his name, “What was that?”
“We’re supposed to be taking a shower.”
He lifts one of your legs up over his shoulder, and you lean back against the shower wall to brace yourself, staring down at him, but he only has his eyes on your glistening cunt. “You can take a shower. I’m going to have my dessert before supper. I need this Buns,” he softly coos before he buries himself in your folds. Flattening his tongue to lick up your slit. Moaning at the taste of you. Chuckling when you grab his hair by the roots and shove him even closer to your mound.
He knew you could never say no to him using your body to calm himself. And my god, if he didn’t know how to use his mouth. Sucking on your little nub until you couldn’t even look down at his pretty face. Head thrown back on the cold tile, while your voice sings out his praises. Fuck, he was a god with his mouth.
His hands grip tight to your ass cheeks as he grinds you over him. You were always just a mess on his mouth, no fingers needed. His teeth nibble on your swollen bundle of nerves, and you try to push him off you. He just clings tighter, “Ransom!” You gasp, and you could feel him smiling on your sex, he wanted you to be pliant. Pushing you past your limits.
“Ransom!” Screaming his name like a crazed mad woman. “Ahh!” He finally slows when your entire body starts trembling. Pulling himself out from in between your thighs, he wipes his face against your skin. Your labored breaths make your chest heave, and he just smiles so serenely up at you.
“Just remember, there’s more to that when we get back home. You know they make me angry, so I’m going to have to fuck you into the bed. But I’ve got you good and relaxed, so be a good girl at dinner, okay?” You nod your head slightly, and he stands up from the shower floor. Kissing all the way up your skin. “You look like you need a drink of water?”
“Don’t be an asshole, I’m coming down from my high.”
“Oh, you were definitely coming,” you playfully smack at him, and he laughs, “Mmm, and that taste is going to linger on my tongue for the rest of the evening. I’m gonna need that.”
“Yeah, whatever you need, Hughie.”
“And don’t call me that in front of anyone. You think you can behave in front of my mother?”
Your hand drifts down the front of his chest. Tickling over his smooth chest, giving his nipple a quick squeeze, and running over the mountains and valleys of his abs. Sinking lower, until you cup his balls, “You think she can not make disgusting comments about my boyfriend? I don’t give a shit what Linda thinks about me.”
“I think she never saw me being with someone like you,” you cock up an eyebrow, and smile at him. “I mean…I don’t think she ever saw someone that would give it to her right back. You intimidate her.”
“And I won’t let her say disgusting things about my boyfriend, and her son,” puckering up your lips, you let him give you a chaste kiss, “I love you, Ransom, you know that right?”
“You make sure to tell me everyday. And I love you, too.”
You nervously watch as Frank climbs into the chute with the bull. Looking towards you, making sure you were watching. You always were anxiously watching. It was your job, but with Frank, you watched his every move when he saddles onto the bull. Watching as Steve and Bucky help him get his hand wrapped up. He gives another look over to you, flicking his hat with the biggest smile. Taking a deep breath as he looks down at the bull, “Okay boys! Okay!”
The gate opens up and the bull is brutal with the bucking. You grab tightly to Mindy’s arm as you watch nervously. He always looked like a rag doll in these moments. It is painful looking as his body is thrown around, arm slinging in the air, and then the whistle blows for the eight seconds, and you rejoice.
It was short lived as Frank struggles to get off the bull, and when he does the bull bucks on his body a few steps, and you jump up, running to the side of the pin as the clowns move the bull away from him. No one wants to let you past the gate as you watch scared for him to be carried off.
“Where’s my Bunny?” He screams over the clowns. “Shit! Dammit! Bunny!” Mindy gives you a quick head shake, but you don't care. If everyone already knew that you and Frank were fucking, then so be it. You rush over to his side, and grab at his arm, “They’re taking me to the hospital, what’s my score?”
“Frank, shut up,” his dirty gloved hand wipes away your tears that you weren’t aware was leaking down your face.
“No. No, that was a good ride. You were my good luck charm. Must be all that extra riding practice I’ve been getting,” you roll your eyes, holding tight to his hand as you wait for his score. Even the paramedics were trying to urge him to leave. “I ain’t doing it. Can I take her with me? She’s my favorite nurse. If you’re taking me to the hospital, I need a private one.”
“And what a ride for Frank Adler. Best score of the night, that cowboy is walking away with an eighty-nine!”
Frank pulls you down, until he’s crashing his mouth into yours for a bruising kiss. Letting the entire rodeo know that he was spoken for. Not caring about what anyone might say. He had claimed you, and he claimed you for everyone to see. “Now, take me to the hospital. I need someone to ride with me though. I’m a baby. I volunteer, Bunny to go.”
“Ma’am, you got a problem with that?” You shake your head no, and follow him to the ambulance. Waving back at Mindy who was just as shocked as you were with the public display of affection from Frank. A declaration of him finally being off the market.
“Oh,” Linda groans as you walk into Harlan’s home with Ransom. She had opted to open the door, and was disgusted at seeing you on her son’s arm. “I thought you were given the night off?”
“She was. She’s here with me,” Ransom holds you even tighter to his body, while Linda looks you up and down with disgust. You could almost see her judging comments on your dress, your shoes, the way you styled your hair, and even your manicure. “Don’t,” Ransom warns, pulling you into the house.
“There’s my favorite people,” Harlan smiles as you and Ransom go into the sitting room. Leaning over you give Harlan a kiss to his cheek. “It’s always so refreshing to see you like this,” he looks up at Ransom beaming with pride as he walks you over to a seat. “Ransom, go make you and Bunny a drink.”
While Ransom heads to the bar cart, Harlan leans in closer to you, “So you’re taking Ransom out west?” Ransom wasn’t going to quit talking about where you grew up, until he went out there. You had reservations, but it made him so happy to plan the trip out. “Are you going to make him wear boots and feed the horses?”
“Oh, please,” Richard answers, sitting across from you. “Like my son would ever lift a finger to do any manual labor.”
“Hmm, that’s funny considering he was helping me put together a shelf. He’s willing to try and learn.”
“Did it fall apart?” Ransom sets his cup on the cart a bit too hard, while his father smirks at him. “I’m sorry, Ransom, you know you’re just no good.”
God, you hated his pompous ass. Ransom brings you the drink, but you set it down on the coffee table, so you could wrap your arm around him. You were thankful that Richard and Linda had Ransom, but you also wondered why such vile humans that acted like they hated their son, would even have a child. “Ransom is always a big help around the house.”
“Ransom has been quite a big help around here,” Harlan winks at you, and turns towards his grandson. “He’s been doing a lot lately. I’m very proud of him. He’s making big moves,” Ransom’s cobalt blue eyes look up at Harlan, and you lean a bit on his shoulder, “I’m proud of you, son. You’re doing a lot of work that people don’t even realize. It’ll be good for you in the long run.”
“Would you be a dear and check on dinner?” Linda smiles over at you, but Harlan shakes his head no. “Well, she is part of the help.”
“Tonight, she is a guest. She is not working currently. And if she was you would still speak to her with respect. But tonight, she is my guest, and Ransom’s date. You go and check on dinner,” Linda takes a sip of her drink, staring at nothing at all. Ransom grabs at your knee and starts rolling his fingers on it. Nervously about to say something snarky that wasn’t even worth it. “Now, Linda,” sucking her cheeks in, she stomps into the kitchen, and Ransom finally relaxes a bit.
He was nothing like them. While the first time you met Ransom, he had a lot to be desired. But now after two years later, and one of those you had been dating Ransom, you know where his attitude came from. His idiotic parents. He was never given a chance to be the man that he had the potential to be. They undercut him every chance they could. Degraded him like it was a sport, but to you, Ransom was perfect. A gentleman, and he was always there. He never left you for someone or something else.
Ransom had proven more times than not that he was reliable. He loved with every fiber of his being, and he was simply, just perfect. You give him a quick kiss to his shoulder, getting his attention back on you. Mouthing, “Hughie,” it wasn’t for anyone but him, but the way his forehead relaxes, and he leans back into you made you feel better. Ransom deserved better than his parents. He turned out to be a good man, despite their lack of involvement.
You just had to take a deep breath, and get through the rest of the evening. Ending the night either reassuring Ransom that he was worth it, or let him use your body to take out his aggression. Just a couple of hours, and you and him was going home.
“You’re going to have to take some time off,” Frank glares up at the doctor, shaking his head, “Mr. Adler, you broke four ribs, you’ve got severe bruising to your hip, and…”
“I know my injuries, but riding is my life. I just had a good ride, I can’t get out of the season yet.”
“I’m very sorry. Take some time off. Enjoy your company,” the doctor’s eyes rake over you, giving Frank a sigh, “I’m sorry. Be happy you have someone that cares about your well being. Do you think he should ride?” You look away from Frank when you shake your head no. The last thing that he needed was to get on the back of a bucking bull.
“You think I need time off?” He asks the moment the doctor leaves. “Just throw away my season like that?”
“What good are you doing to your season if you get on a bull, and you can’t stay on because of your ribs? Frank, the last thing I want is for you to give up on this season. Rodeos aren’t every weekend. You take a couple weeks off, you go back rested, and better.”
“Fine,” he groans, reaching over to pull him closer to you, “I’ll take time off, if you become my personal nurse. I really really could use some massages. You can come back home to my family’s ranch. Meet the parents. Show you the land,” he gives you a pitiful little shoulder shrug, and you get the biggest smile on your face, “Don’t make something big outta this.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Franklin. We’re just going to your family’s ranch. That’s all,” cupping your cheek he runs his finger over your lips, and you start sinking lower to him. He was intoxicating, and you weren’t sure why. Didn’t know what this magnetic pull to him was. But you didn’t care, you were just living in the moment.
“I’m really really going to need babied the next couple of weeks. Like…it’s all up to you. I can’t do anything, I’m broken.”
“I’m going to break your ass in if you don’t kiss me,” whispering right up against his lips, you get a bit closer.
“Or I could break in your ass?” You shake your head no, and press your lips against his gently. “Not even just a little bit?”
“No. Get some rest. You get to leave tomorrow.”
“And then you become my personal nurse? Yeah, I like that idea, Bunny,” his eyes start to flutter close, and you give him a quick kiss to his forehead. You would have to leave him when there was a rodeo, but you would help him out when you could. He did look quite adorable, doped up and sleepy. Just another part of Frank that had melted your heart.
“Hey, mama,” Frank steps into his parents house, pulling you along with him.
“Oh, hey, baby,” she rushes out to give him a hug, but with a grunt at her squeezing she pulls back. “Oh, you must be the famous not buckle Bunny? My Franklin has told me all about you. Well, come on in. Frank, get her some tea.”
“I’m hurt.”
“And you walked your happy little ass in here. Get her some tea. Or would you prefer water?” You let her know tea was fine, and Frank walks off to the kitchen to get you something to drink. “Now, don’t worry, Frank doesn’t live here. He lives in the apartment above the garage. It gives him some privacy, plus he’s not far away to help his dad. He does work really hard; chopping wood, helps with the cattle, makes sure the horses are well taken care of. Oh, if I embarrassed you, I apologize. Name is Evelyn by the way. You can call Evie. Oh, Franklin, you’re a peach,” his mother was proud of him for doing even the simplest of things, including getting you some tea.
“How are you feeling son? Still a bit sore?”
“Yes,” he puts on some fake misery as he sits down beside you. “This one wouldn’t let me do the next rodeo. I have to sit and watch. But, she is allowing me to go. Ow,” he giggles when you pinch him. “Mama, I’m kinda tired. I think we’re going to go ahead and take our things to the apartment.”
“Okay, supper is at six. And I know Black Jack would love to see you,” she calls out to Frank as he guides you to his apartment. The second you get out of her eyesight, you turn to smile at Frank. His mom was adorable.
“Nope. Don’t say it. I know, I got a mom that loves me so much, and I am a mama’s boy. It is what it is. And she’s right. I need to see Black Jack. You wanna ride?”
“Frank, no!”
“Black Jack is the most docile horse ever. He’s always been an old man. Come on,” pulling at your hand he takes you out the barn, and walks you to his stall. Clicking his tongue on the way until you see the most handsome of horses. “Hey buddy,” Frank says softly, leaning his forehead against Black Jack, “We’re gonna saddle you up, and we’re going to show Miss Bunny over here the special place, okay?” Black Jack nods his head a moment, and you reach up to pet him as well.
“Black Jack was my first and only horse. We got more, but he…he’s the best. Aren’t ya, buddy? Will you let her saddle you? I’m a bit broken, and my nurse says that I can’t do anything. She won’t even let me ride her,” Black Jack whinnies, and looks over at you blowing air out his snout. “Don’t be hard on her. Maybe I’ll let her ride me.”
“Frank!” He was ridiculous. “You act like because we haven’t had sex in a few days that you’re going to die. Black Jack, you tell him that if he doesn’t know how to behave I won’t even suck on his carrot.”
“Aw, man,” Frank throws his head back, and the horse gets excited hoofing the floor, “You said his favorite treat, and then compared my dick to one. Alright, alright, I’ll get you a carrot, and you can eat it, while you get saddled. And you…will suck on my carrot. Ugh, I don’t know if I like the way that sounds. Kinda leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”
“And this right here,” Frank pulls on the reins to halt the horse, gesturing out into a clearing surrounded by trees. “This is where I’ve always wanted a house. This is the special place,” he was trying to be smooth, dropping the rein to rest his hand too high up on your thigh.
“Would have a two story with a wrap around porch. Annoying little kids running around, and there would be no one around. Wouldn’t have to worry about them. Look at that tree, isn’t it perfect for a tire swing. It’s still on Adler land, but it’s got its own privacy.”
“You like keeping things private?” You ask, turning to the side to look back at him.
“Well, I’d prefer it, yeah. There’s something so fucking hot about Steve trying to see us fucking though.”
“Oh, really?” His eyes drift down to your lips, and he gives you a head nod.
“Really. But those nights alone in your room when I just get to see your tits bouncing with every thrust into you,” his hand dips down lower, and he starts palming you over your jeans. Leaning into you. His tongue dips past your lips, and you suck on the muscle. A sweet moment was turning way too hot, and you were still on the back of the horse.
“But of course,” he pulls back from your mouth, his hand pulling at the reins. “I honestly have nothing, and no idea where I was taking this conversation. But the way you were moaning in my mouth, I needed it to stop. I’m going to hold out on you for as long as you hold out on me.”
“Is that a challenge, Frank Adler?”
“I believe it is.”
“Hmm, well, it’s a good thing I brought my vibrator.”
“Wait a minute,” Frank gives your shoulder a quick nibble as he leads the horse back to the house, “You were going to masturbate in the shower?”
“No, I was going to masturbate lying right beside you.”
“Ugh…or you could let me use it on you? Or even get you off on my fingers? I mean just because I can’t have sex, doesn’t mean one of us shouldn’t get off, right? Am I right?”
“Are you putting up your white flag already?”
“Yeah. I failed. You could just ride my face. That’s completely nowhere near my ribs. Wouldn’t that be fun?” Giggling, you try to ignore his constant sexual talk. Trying to look at the property, and not get too attached. You didn’t want to ask how many women he had brought out here. Didn’t want to know how many women have saddled up on Black Jack with him. You just wanted to enjoy this moment for what it was.
“Frank, I need a nap.”
“And I need pussy.”
“Stop that,” you smack at his thigh. “Surely there’s more we can do besides sex.”
“Is it as fun though?”
“The more rest you get, the sooner you get back on the saddle.”
“Mmm, can I get back in your saddle,” there was no use. No matter what you said, it was constantly going to go back to sex. So instead you lean back on his chest, and close your eyes. Taking a deep breath as the setting sun warms your skin. No drama, no road, no friends always with you, it was just you and Frank, and the horse. You could get too used to this moment, and that scared you. But, you also believed with the right woman that Frank would fall for her instead of the rodeo. Maybe. You just didn’t know if that was you or not.
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